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Explanatory 


In printing this book we have had in mind 
two purposes: 


(1) To furnish ministers, with whom we 
are so frequently in association in funeral 
services, a convenient Form of Service which 
has been in general use for centuries by 
all denominations; to include with this Form 
of Service a number of Scripture Lessons, and 
many prayers which are not contained in any 
one collection, and to incorporate with these 
features a considerable number of poems and 
literary allusions which experience has proved 
to be of value in dealing with those to whom 
the ministry of comfort is addressed. 


(2) In many cases, funeral services contain 
either prayers or poems which for many rea- 
sons are desired in permanent form. It is 
often difficult to obtain authentic copies of 
these and doubtless many hesitate to ask for 
copies, fearing to occasion unnecessary 
trouble. 


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Doubtless it has been in the minds of others, 
as it has been in my own, for several years, that 
a valuable public service might be rendered by 
the preparation of such a book as this for use 
by ministers, and for distribution on occasions 
among those who have been bereaved. It fell 
to my lot to be made Chairman of the commit- » 
tee of National Selected Morticians charged 
with this responsible task. My associates in 
this work have been Frank K. Fairchild, 
Frank B. Flanner, Walter Gawler, Ramsey 
Burton and Edward B. King. 


We have received the co-operation of our 
members in all sections of the country, and 
not a few ministers have aided us in the 
gathering together of the material from which 
the book is compiled, so that the finished 
work represents contributions from manifold 
sources. 


The Rev. Dr. Charles Carroll Albertson, 
pastor of the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian 
Church of Brooklyn, N. Y., has acted as lit- 
erary adviser and editor, and if the book meets 
with your approval it is due largely to the 
service he has rendered. 


W. Halsey Smith. 


Newark, N. J., December Ist, 1924. 






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Arknomledorments 


Thanks are due to the following publishers 
for permission to include selections from the 
authors enumerated below: 

Houghton Mifflin Co., for poems by 
John Greenleaf Whittier 
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 
Harriet Beecher Stowe 
Edward Rowland Sill 
Richard Watson Gilder 

Charles Scribner’s Sons, for poem by 
Maltbie D. Babcock 

Thomas Y. Crowell Co., for poems by 
Rossiter W. Raymond 

Little Brown & Co., for poems by 
Susan Coolidge 

Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co., for poem by 
Sam Walter Foss 

Riley & Lee Co., for poem by 
Edgar A. Guest 

W. B. Conkey Co., for poem by 
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 

American Tract Society, for poem by 
John Oxenham 

The “Good Housekeeping” Magazine, also 

Brentano’s, for poem by 

Roselle Mercier Montgomery. 


Also to Dr. Clara Barrus, literary executor of 
John Burroughs, for permission to print his 
poem, “Waiting.” 


And to Dr. Robert Freeman for permission to 
use his poem, “In My Father’s House.” 

It is quite possible that some of the other 
poems included in this book are copyrighted 
material, but if so, we have been unable to 
communicate with their publishers. Many 
of the most valuable contributions to literature 
are fragments—newspaper waifs—and pre- 
sumably there is no bar to their reprinting. 
We are grateful to the authors of lines we 
have been compelled to mark “Author Un- 
known.” 


Contents 
Order for Burial of the Dead ..... Rae skeet Oe) 
At the Burial of a Child ......... Sie wise OF 


Scripture Lessons 


For the Funeral ‘ot a Child’ 0... o.com 40 
For the Funeral of a: Youth’... .4. Jae. 44 
For the Funeral of a Godly Woman ..... 47 
For the Funeral of a Person of Mature 


Dia: be RST ie Poca mE” IORI ARCS kN id A? 
For the Funeral of One in Public Life..... 57 
Selections from the Book of Proverbs.... 58 
Designed to Comfort the Bereaved...... 59 
Scriptures suitable to use at the Time of 

Committaliiccsergn, Soevin ppt yan 72 
Poems and Sentiments suitable to use at 

the Time of Committal ............. 74 


Various Forms of Committtal .......... 72 


Prayers 


Prayers from Various Sources suitable for 


useuates Funeral 3... eeu ne 82 

Prayer 

Bailiihs Brooks oc ose y es ans SO 86 
Prayer 

William E. Gladstone... .. s+ .41) oatpe-w’s 87 
Prayer 

John Henry Newman: i... Higuera 89 
Prayer . 

Lauchlan Maclean Watt ....... 0.0000 90 

Poems 

Abou Ben Adhem 

Leeighv antic. Ase y samba hw eae es 95 
Absence 

Frances Anne Kemble .........000008 119 
A Human Soul 

RegintlaMe Herc cade hoe ee Te 97 
A New Thanksgiving 

Frances Exp Made Pod 6 TY MO, 131 
“Be Still and Strong” 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning ........0.0. 146 
Beyond 

Ella-W heeler Wilcox 12). Wo nal Lok Soe woe. 109 
Christ the Comforter 

Rossiter W Raymond), vas heola earl. ddd 
Comfort 

William Cullen. Bryant. . 200 wosvwdh oho. 78 
Crossing the Bar 

Alfred) Lenmysnyn kes cee Ne ah ea 105 
Death 

Wiliam CC. Dodane oo ee a ee 139 


“Deep Unto Deep” 
Charles Carroll Albertson .... 0.00000. 153 


Emancipation 


Maltbie D. Biber Ded bane Pete yl se 114 
From ‘“Thanatopsis” 

William Gullen. Bryant... ooo. BCR 78 
Good-night 

NITE LAO UG TOL: sce cadets whet clei ear 96 
Good-night 

From the British Weekly... .....cccce je a" 
He Careth | 

Susan Coolidge: Leis: < teabee nce oes 125 
Here and There 3 

masa: Goclidgruis . ica sok iio une tee 94 
“In Memoriam” 

Alfred Tennyson’. ob <.0i ce ven he Ame 116 
In My Father’s House 

deobert Freemai ads: es dct. Galen. aie 102 
Life and Death 

Author: Unknow. aes sae 99 
Mother 

Rossiter W., Raymond lah ar. ahlctom 152 
My Ain Countree 
ie” Mary, Lee Demaresig 266 5.. ANORAAIE 135 
My Creed | 

Edgar A. Guest Oy eae Nay Bh ake 107 
Nightfall 
| John Oxenham i QRORONE POURS, 137 
Now the Laborer’s ‘T'ask is ey er ? 
PE dlerton ree ike Si a eo a TOI Hie: 2. 148 
On the Death of an Aged Friend 

Roselle Mercier Montgomery .......... 142 
“O, Rare Sweet Soul” 

Euellas Clark i occ icc Sd ee oy ee Apa Soy ish 


Over the River 
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Prospice . } 
Robert Browning ciccicicsecarsveceves 103 


Recompense 

Author Unknow tt, ..0.0,0 ois ies + stay bid phe 140 
Resignation 

+» Henry W. Longfellow ..ccsvccses caves 111 

Rest 

Mary Woolsey Howland ....ece veces: 100 
“Say Not Good-night” | 

OF Fidos AI APOGULG 5a) Accaralonats ote ete No hte 147 
Sometime 

May Riley Smith yiac'stee sc cg cose eens 123 
Still, Still With Thee 

Harriet Beecher Stowe ..ssscccceceses 143 
The Abiding Love 

POR UT & GNAAWICE) a ee tes held ela ee 113 
The Children Up in Heaven 

Rdith Gilling Cherry. ccs « Sas doc \e wa 101 
The Eternal Goodness 

John Greenleaf Whittier ........e0e0: 129 
The Faces of Our Dead 

Author Unknown ss 0.0.5 ain, s selele ols a 3s bake 132 
The House by the Side of the Road 

Sam Wialter: Foss Vacand deo. week eeew 127 
The Pillar in the Temple 

Rossiter WW Raymond os ie. 8 ies ap oa ots os 149 
There Is No Death 

Edward Bulwer Lytton ........e00e008: 106 
Waiting 

OLE DUTTOUONE, oes wcis whan ds oee 112 


We Know Not Where They Tarry 
Richard Watson Gilder ......cceceeee: 145 


What If Some Morning 


Edward Rowland Sill wo... ccc ec ccc 134 
When Earth’s Last Picture is Painted 

Rudyard .Kipling) 440% NOOR A OOPS 108 
Yet Love Will Dream 

John Greenleaf Whittier ....... ere 152 

Quotations 

Wiliam? Watson? ii. 5 ii. 4 taeedient lh. ce ae 79 
Petre Deniny sony e's 0 ioaiewicy ss aa 77 
franarniby Da bb! is viiiak ss 4 oath, «Une Mi au, 77 
Robert ‘Louis Stevenson juok sc sin eee 79 


The Immortal Hope as Cherished by Some of 
the World’s Greatest Thinkers: 


marph? Waldo, emerson wo) visds icceeuieawens 164 
exoranam) | Lincoltic 126.4). sie: < ics eae 164 
aeopent ‘Collyer, Wiens... i. Pe 165 
Charles /Darwin,' een ho! ee 165 
matredi Russel > Walteres.': 42 SIS ee 166 
Wonn Haske... {ue . FT Oe 166 
Michael: Paradayy csgpau mis oe, Ae 166 
Henry George <3)2.40 45%  atereh Ah. So 166 
Weopliam Osler: cccguin cs Uke = 167 
Walter (Rauschen huge tt v4 <1 yoann 167 
murdolph) Bucken ogi ea se oe ame 168 
meoinaid Campbell i ai a. ik eae Le 168 
tarry, emerson (Posdick wr cua oe 168 
Rabindranath Tagore ...... ‘scala ML Le 170 
Heaven Our Home—George D. Prentice..170 
mopert ti buturdettey te sabi teres Sori eae 171 


Death is Not the End—John Henry Jowett.173 
We Shall Live Again—Victor Hugo.....173 





Che Order for the Burial of the Dead 
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(The Minister, meeting the Body, and 
going before it, either into the Church or 
towards the Grave, shall say or sing:) 


1 am the resurrection and the life, saith the 
Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were 
dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth 
and believeth in me, shall never die. 


I know that my redeemer liveth, and that 
he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: 
and though this body be destroyed, yet shall I 
see God: whom I shall see for myself, and 
mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. 


We brought nothing into this world, and it 
is certain we can carry nothing out. The 
Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; 
blessed be the name of the Lord. 


(After they are come into the Church, 
shall be said one or more of the follow- 
ing Selections, taken from the Psalms. 
The Gloria Patri may be omitted except 
at the end of the whole Portion or Selec- 
tion from the Psalter.) 


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Psaum 39 


Lord, let me know mine end, and the num- 
ber of my days: that I may be certified how 
long I have to live. 

Behold, thou hast made my days as it were 
a span long; and mine age is even as nothing 
in respect of thee; and verily every man liv- 
ing is altogether vanity. 

For man walketh in a vain shadow, and dis- 
quieteth himself in vain: he heapeth up riches, 
and cannot tell who shall gather them. 

And now, Lord, what is my hope? truly my 
hope is even in thee. 

Deliver me from all mine offences: and make 
me not a rebuke unto the foolish. 

When thou with rebukes dost chasten man 
for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume 
away, like as it were a moth fretting a gar- 
ment: every man therefore is but vanity. 

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine 
ears consider my calling: hold not thy peace 
at my tears; 

For I am a stranger with thee, and a so- 
_ journer: as all my fathers were. 

O spare me a little, that I may recover my 
strength: before I go hence, and be no more 
seen. 


(Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 
and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the 
beginning, is now, and ever shall be, 
world without end. Amen.) 


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PsaLm 90 


Lord, thou hast been our refuge: from one 
generation to another. 


Before the mountains were brought forth, 
or ever the earth and the world were made: 
thou art God from everlasting, and world with- 
out end. 


Thou turnest man to destruction: again 
thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men. 


For a thousand years in thy sight are but 
as yesterday: seeing that is past as a watch 
in the night. 


As soon as thou scatterest them they are 
even as a sleep: and fade away suddenly like 
the grass. 


In the morning it is green, and groweth up: 
but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and 
withered. 


For we consume away in thy displeasure: 
and are afraid at thy wrathful indignation. 

Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee: and 
our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. 

For when thou art angry all our days are 
gone: we bring our years to an end, as it were 
a tale that is told. 


The days of our age are threescore years 
and ten; and though men be so strong that 
they come to fourscore years: yet is their 
strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon 
passeth it away, and we are gone. 


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O teach us to number our days: that we may 
apply our hearts unto wisdom. 


(Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 
and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the 
beginning, is now, and ever shall be, 
world without end. Amen.) 


PsaLM 27 


The Lord is my light and my salvation; 
whom then shall I fear: the Lord is the 
strength of my life; of whom then shall I be 
afraid? 

One thing have I desired of the Lord, which 
I will require: even that I may dwell in the 
house of the Lord all the days of my life, to 
behold the fair beauty of the Lord, and to 
visit his temple. 

For in the time of trouble he shall hide me 
in his tabernacle: yea, in the secret place of his 
dwelling shall he hide me, and set me up 
upon a rock of stone. 

And now shall he lift up mine head: above 
mine enemies round about me. 

Therefore will I offer in his dwelling an 
oblation with great gladness: I will sing and 
speak praises unto the Lord. 

Hearken unto my voice, O Lord, when I cry 
unto thee: have mercy upon me, and hear me. 

My heart hath talked of thee, Seek ye my 
face: Thy face, Lord, will I seek. 


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O hide not thou thy face from me: nor 
cast thy servant away in displeasure. 

Thou hast been my succour: leave me not, 
neither forsake me, O God of my salvation. 

I should utterly have fainted: but that I 
believe verily to see the goodness of the Lord 
in the land of the living. 

O tarry thou the Lord’s leisure: be strong 
and he shall comfort thine heart; and put 
thou thy trust in the Lord. 


PsaLm 46 


God is our hope and strength; a very pres- 
ent help in trouble. 

Therefore will we not fear, though the earth 
be moved: and though the hills be carried into 
the midst of the sea; 

Though the waters thereof, rage and swell: 
and though the mountains shake at the tem- 
pest of the same. 

The rivers of the flood thereof shall make 
glad the city of God: the holy place of the 
tabernacle of the Most Highest. 

God is in the midst of her, therefore shall 
she not be removed: God shall help her, and 
that right early. 

Be still then, and know that I am God: I 
will be exalted among the heathen, and I will 
be exalted in the earth. 

The Lord of hosts is with us: the God of 
Jacob is our refuge. 


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PsALtm 121 


I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills; from 
whence cometh my help. 

My help cometh even from the Lord: who 
hath made heaven and earth. 

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: 
and he that keepeth thee will not sleep. 

Behold, he that keepeth Israel: shall neither 
slumber nor sleep. 

The Lord himself is thy keeper: the Lord is 
thy defence upon thy right hand; 

So that the sun shall not burn thee by day: 
neither the moon by night. 

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: 
yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul. 

The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and 


thy coming in: from this time forth for ever- 
more. 


PsaLm 130 


Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O 
Lord: Lord, hear my voice. O let thine ears 
consider well: the voice of my complaint. 

If thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what 
is done amiss: O Lord, who may abide it? 

For there is mercy with thee: therefore shalt 
thou be feared. 


I look for the Lord; my soul doth wait for 
him: in his word is my trust. 


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My soul fleeth unto the Lord: before the 
morning watch, I say, before the morning — 
watch. 

O Israel, trust in the Lord, for with the 
Lord there is mercy: and with him is plente- 
ous redemption. 

And he shall redeem Israel: from all his 
sins. 


(Then shall follow the Lesson taken out — 
of the 15th Chapter of the First Epistle 
of St. Paul to the Corinthians.) 


But now is Christ risen from the dead, and 
become the first fruits of them that slept. 

_ For since by man came death, by man came 
also the resurrection of the dead. 

For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ 
shall all be made alive. 

But every man in his own order: Christ the 
first fruits: afterward they that are Christ’s at 
his coming. 

Then cometh the end, when he shall have 
delivered up the kingdom to God, even the 
Father; when he shall have put down all rule 
and all authority and power. 

For he must reign, till he hath put all ene- 
mies under his feet. 

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is 
death. | 

For he hath put all things under his feet. 
But when he saith all things are put under him, 


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it is manifest that he is excepted which did put 
all things under him. 


And when all things shall be subdued unto 
him, then shall the Son also himself, be sub- 
ject unto him that put all things under him, 
that God may be all in all. 


But some man will say, How are the dead 
raised up? and with what body do they 
come? 


Thou foolish one, that which thou sowest is 
not quickened, except it die: 

And that which thou sowest, thou sowest 
not that body that shall be, but bare grain, 
it may chance of wheat, or of some other 
grain: 

But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased 
him, and to every seed his own body. 


All flesh is not the same flesh: but there is 
one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of 
beasts, another of fishes and another of birds. 


There are also celestial bodies, and bodies 
terrestrial: but the glory of the celestial is 
one, and the glory of the terrestrial is an- 
other. 


There is one glory of the sun, and another 
glory of the moon, and another glory of the 
stars: for one star differeth from another star 
in glory. | 

So also is the resurrection of the dead. 
It is sown in corruption; it is raised in in- 
corruption: 


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It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in 
glory: it is sown in weakness: it is raised in 
power: 

It ig sown a natural body; it is raised a 
spiritual body. There is a natural body and 
there is a spiritual body. 

And so it is written, the first man Adam 
was made a living soul; the last Adam was 
made a quickening spirit. 

Howbeit that was not first which is spirit- 
ual, but that which is natural; and afterward 
that which is spiritual. 

The first man is of the earth, earthy: the 
second man is the Lord from heaven. 

As is the earthy, such are they also that 
are earthy: and as is the heavenly, such are 
they also that are heavenly. 

And as we have borne the image of the 
earthy, we shall also bear the image of the 
heavenly. 

Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and 
blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; 
neither doth corruption inherit incorruption. 

Behold, I show you a mystery; We shall 
not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 

In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, 
at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, 
and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, 
and we shall be changed. 

For this corruptible must put on incorrup- 
tion, and this mortal must put on immortality. 


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So when this corruptible shall have put on 
incorruption; and this mortal shall have put 
on immortality, then shall be brought to pass 
the saying that is written, Death is swallowed 
up in victory. 

O death, where is thy Sting O grave, where 
is thy victory? 

The sting of death is sin; and the strength 
of sin is the law. 

But thanks be to God, which giveth us the 
victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. 

Therefore my beloved brethren, be ye 
steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in 
the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know 
that your labour is not in vain in the Lord. 

Corinthians 15. 


or this 
Romans 8: 14 


As many as are led by the Spirit of God, 
they are the sons of God. For ye have not 
received the spirit of bondage again to fear; 
but we have received the Spirit of adoption, 
whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit 
itself beareth witness with our spirit, that 
we are the children of God; and if children, 
then heirs; heirs of God, and. joint heirs with 
Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that 
we may be also glorified together. For I 
reckon that the sufferings of this present time 
are not worthy to be compared with the 
glory which shall be revealed in us. For the 


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earnest expectation of the creature waiteth 
for the manifestation of the sons of God. We 
know that all things work together for good 
to them that love God, to them who are the 
called according to his purpose. What shall 
we then say to these things? If God be for 
us, who can be against us? He that spared 
not his own Son, but delivered him up for 
us all, how shall he not with him also freely 
give us all things? Who is he that con- 
demneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, 
that is risen again, who is even at the right 
hand of God, who also maketh intercession 
for us. Who shall separate us from the love 
of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or 
persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, 
or sword? Nay, in all these things we are 
more than conquerors through him that loved 
us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, 
nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor 
powers, nor things present, nor things to 
come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other 
creature, shall be able to separate us from 


the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our 
Lord. 


(Here may be sung a Hymn or Anthem; 
and at the discretion of the Minister, the 
Creed, the Lord’s Prayer, the Prayer 
which follows, and such other fitting 
Prayers as are elsewhere provided in this 
Book, ending with the Blessing.) 


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Blessed be the Lord God of Israel: for he 
hath visited and redeemed his people; 

And hath raised up a mighty salvation for 
us: in the house of his servant David; 

As he spake by the mouth of holy Prophets: 
which have been since the world began; 

That we should be saved from our enemies: 
and from the hand of all that hate us; 

To give light to them that sit in darkness, 
and in the shadow of death; and to guide 
our feet into the way of peace. 


(Then shall be said the Apostles’ Creed 
by the Minister and people standing.) 


I believe in God the Father Almighty, 
Maker of heaven and earth; And in Jesus 
Christ his only Son, our Lord, who was con- 
ceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Vir- 
gin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, Was 
crucified, dead, and buried: He descended 
into hell; the third day he rose again from 
the dead: He ascended into heaven, And 
sitteth on the right hand of God the Father 
Almighty: From thence he shall come to 
judge the quick and the dead. I believe in 
the Holy Ghost; the holy Catholic Church; 
the Communion of Saints; the forgiveness of 
sins: the Resurrection of the body and the 
Life everlasting. Amen. 


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(And after that these prayers following, 
the Minister first pronouncing:) 


The Lord be with you. 
And with thy Spirit. 
Let us pray. 
Lord have mercy upon us. 
Christ have mercy upon us. 
Lord have mercy upon us. 


Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed 
be thy Name; Thy kingdom come. Thy 
will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. 
Give us this day our daily bread. And for- 
give us our trespasses, as we forgive those 
who trespass against us; and lead us not into 
temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen. 


Minister: Enter not into judgment with thy: 
servant, O Lord. 

Answer: For in thy sight shall no man living 

be justified. ; | 

Minister: Call to remembrance, O Lord, 
thy tender mercies, 

Answer: And thy loving-kindnesses which have 
been ever of old. 

Minister: I believe verily to see the good- 
ness of the Lord. 

Answer: In the land of the living. 

Minister: Lord, hear our prayer. 

Answer: And let our cry come unto thee. 


Remember thy servant, O Lord, according 
to the favour which thou bearest unto thy 
people, and grant that, increasing in knowl- 


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edge and love of thee, he may go from 
strength to strength, in the life of perfect 
service in thy heavenly kingdom; through 
Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigns 
eth with thee and the Holy Ghost ever, one 
God, world without end. Amen. 


(Other fitting prayers provided elsewhere 
in this book may here be added.) 

(Then the Minister shall add this bless- 
ing:) 

Unto God’s gracious mercy and protection 
we commit you. The Lord bless you and 
keep you. The Lord make his face to shine 
upon you, and be gracious unto you. The 
Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and 
give you peace, both now and evermore. 
Amen. 


(When they come to the grave, while 
the Body is made ready to be laid into 
the earth, shall be sung or said:) 


Man, that is born of woman, hath but a 
short time to live, and is full of misery. 

He cometh up, and is cut down, like a 
flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and 
never continueth in one stay. 

In the midst of life we are in death; of 
whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, 
© Lord, who for our sins are justly dis- 
pleased? 

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most 
mighty, O holy and most merciful Saviour, 


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deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal 
death. 


Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our 
hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our 
prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God 
most mighty. 

O holy and merciful Saviour, thou most 
worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our | 
last hour, for any pains of death to fall from 
thee. : 

or this 

All that the Father giveth me shall come 
to me: and him that cometh to me I will in 
no wise cast out. 

He that raised up Jesus from the dead: 
will also quicken your mortal bodies by the 
Spirit which dwelleth in you. 

Wherefore my heart is glad, and my glory 
rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. 
~ Thou shalt show me the path of life; in thy 
presence is the fulness of joy: and at thy 
right hand there is pleasure for evermore. 


Cununittal 


Unto Almighty God we commend the soul 
of our brother departed, and we commit his 
body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to 
ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope 
of the Resurrection unto eternal life, through 
our Lord Jesus Christ, at whose coming in 
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and the sea shall give up their dead; and the 
corruptible bodies of those who sleep in him 
shall be changed, and made like unto his own 
glorious body; according to the mighty 
working whereby he is able to subdue all 
things unto himself. 

I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto 
me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the 
dead who die in the Lord: even so saith the 
Spirit; for they rest from their labours. Rev. 
14: 13. 


(Then shall the Minister say:) 
The Lord be with you. 

And with thy spirit. 

Let us pray. 


Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed 
be thy Name; Thy kingdom come. Thy will 
be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us 
this day our daily bread. And forgive us our 
trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass 
against us; and lead us not into temptation; ° 
But deliver us from evil. Amen. 

(Then the Minister shall say one or more 
of the following prayers, at his discre- 
tion:) 

O God, whose mercies cannot be num- 
bered; accept our prayers on behalf of the 
soul of thy servant departed, and grant him 
an entrance into the land of light and joy in 
the fellowship of thy saints; through Jesus 
Christ our Lord. Amen. 


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O merciful God, Father of our Lord Jesus 
Christ, who is the Resurrection and the Life; 
in whom whosoever believeth, shall live, 
though he die; and whosoever liveth, and be- 
lieveth in him, shall not die eternally; who 
also hath taught us, by his holy Apostle, 
Saint Paul, not to be sorry, as men without 
hope, for those who sleep in him; we humbly - 
beseech thee, O Father, to raise us from the 
death of sin unto the life of righteousness; 
that, when we shall depart this life, we may 
rest in him; and that, at the general Resur- 
rection in the last day, we may be found 
acceptable in thy sight; and receive that bless- 
ing, which thy well-beloved Son shall then 
pronounce to all who love and fear thee, say- 
ing, Come, ye blessed children of my Father, 
receive the kingdom prepared for you from 
the beginning of the world. Grant, this, we 
beseech thee, O merciful Father, through 
Jesus Christ, our Mediator and Redeemer. 
Amen. 


O Almighty God, the God of the spirits of 
all flesh, who by a voice from heaven didst. 
proclaim, Blessed are the dead who die in the 
Lord; Multiply, we beseech thee to those 
who rest in Jesus, the manifold blessing of 
thy love, that the good work which thou 
didst begin in them may be perfected unto 
the day of Jesus Christ. And of thy mercy, | 
O heavenly Father, vouchsafe that we, who 
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together with them, be found meet to be par- 
takers of the inheritance of the saints in light; 
for the sake of the same thy Son, Jesus Christ, 
our Lord. Amen. 


Benediction 


The God of peace, who brought again from 
the dead our Lord Jesus Christ, the great 
Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of 
the everlasting covenant; Make you perfect 
in every good work to do his will, working 
in you that which is well pleasing in his 
sight; through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory: 
for ever and ever. Amen. 


Additional Prayers 


Most merciful Father, who hast been 
pleased to take unto. thyself the soul of this 
thy servant (or this child) ; Grant to us who 
dre still in our pilgrimage, and who walk as 
yet by faith, that having served thee with 
constancy on earth, we may be joined here- 
after with thy blessed saints in glory ever- 
lasting; through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
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O Lord Jesus Christ, who by thy death 
didst take away the sting of death; Grant 
unto us thy servants so to follow in faith 
where thou hast led the way, that we may at 
length fall asleep. peacefully in thee, and 
awake, up after thy likeness; through thy 


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mercy, who livest with the Father and the 
Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. 
Amen. 


Almighty and everliving God, we yield 
unto thee most high praise and hearty thanks, 
for the wonderful grace and virtue declared 
in all thy saints, who have been the choice 
vessels of thy grace, and the lights of the 
world in their several generations, most 
humbly beseeching thee to give us grace so 
to follow the example of their steadfastness 
in thy faith, and obedience to thy holy com- 
mandments, that at the day of the general 
Resurrection, we, with all those who are of 
the mystical body of Thy Son, may be set 
on his right hand, and hear that his most 
joyful voice: Come, ye blessed of my Father, 
inherit the kingdom prepared for you from 
the foundation of the world. Grant this, O 
Father, for Jesus Christ’s sake, our only 
Mediator and Advocate. | Amen. 


Hor the Blessing of « Grave 


O God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
vouchsafe, we beseech thee, to bless this grave 
in which we are about to lay the body of thy 
servant; through the same thy blessed Son, 
who is the resurrection and the life, and who 
liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy 
Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen. 


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Horm of Committal at Sea 


Unto Almighty God we commend the soul 
of our brother, departed, and we commit his 
body to the deep; in sure and certain hope of 
the Resurrection unto eternal life, through 
Jesus Christ our Lord, at whose coming in 
glorious majesty to judge the world, the sea 
shall give up her dead; and the corruptible 
bodies of those who sleep in him shall be 
changed, and made like unto his glorious 
body; according to the mighty working 
whereby he is able to subdue all things unto 
himself. 


At the Burial of a Child 


(The Minister, meeting the Body, and 
going before it, either into the Church 
or towards the Grave, shall say:) 


I am the resurrection and the life, saith the 
Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were 
dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth 
and believeth in me, shall never die. 

Jesus called them unto him and said, Suf- 
fer the little children to come unto me, and 
forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom 
of God. 


He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he 
shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry 
them in his bosom. 


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(When they are come into the Church, 
shall be said the following Psalms; and 
at the end of each Psalm shall be said 
the Gloria Patri:) 


PsaLmM 23 


The Lord is my shepherd: therefore can I 
lack nothing. 


He shall feed me in a green pasture: and 
lead me forth beside the waters of comfort. 


He shall convert my soul: and bring me 
forth in the paths of righteousness for his 
Name’s sake. 

Yea, though I walk through the valley of 
the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for 
‘thou art with me: thy rod and thy staff com- 
fort me. 

Thou shalt prepare a table before me 
against them that trouble me: thou hast an- 
ointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be 
full. 

But thy loving kindness and mercy shall 
follow me all the days of my life: and I will 
dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. 


PsaLm 121 


I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills: from 
whence cometh my help. 

My help cometh even from the Lord: who 
hath made heaven and earth. 

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: 
and he that keepeth thee will not sleep. 


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Behold, he that keepeth Israel: shall neither 
slumber nor sleep. 

The Lord himself is thy keeper: the Lord 
is thy defence upon the right hand. 


So that the sun shall not burn thee by day: 
neither the moon by night. 


The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: 
yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul. 

The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and 
thy coming in: from this time forth for ever- 
more. 


(Then shall follow the lesson: Matthew 
18:1.) 


At the same time came the disciples unto 
Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in. the 
kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little 
child unto him, and set him in the midst of 
them, and said, Verily I say unto you, Except 
ye be converted, and become as little children, 
ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. 
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as 
this little child, the same is greatest in the 
kingdom of heaven. And whoso shall receive 
one such little child in my name receiveth me. 
Take heed that ye despise not one of these 
little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven 
their angels do always behold the face of my 
Father which is in heaven. 


(Here may be sung a Hymn or an An- 
them: then the Minister may say the fol- 


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lowing prayers, or such other fitting pray- 
ers as are elsewhere provided in this book, 
first pronouncing): 


The Lord be with you. 
And with thy spirit. 


Let us pray. 


Lord, have mercy upon us. 


Christ, have mercy on us. 
Lord, have mercy upon us. 


(Then shall be said by the Minister and 
People:) 


Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed 
be thy Name; Thy kingdom come. Thy will 
be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us 
this day our daily bread. ‘And forgive us our 
trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass 
against us; and lead us not into temptation; 
But deliver us from evil. Amen. 

Minister: Blessed are the pure in heart. 
Answer: For they shall see God. 

Minister: Blessed be the name of the Lord. 
Answer: Henceforth, world without end. 
Minister: Lord, hear our prayer. 

Answer: And let our cry come unto thee. 

O merciful Father, whose face the angels 
of thy little ones do always behold in heaven; 
Grant us steadfastly to believe that this thy 
child hath been taken into the safe keeping of 
thine eternal love; through Jesus Christ our 
Lord. Amen. 


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Almighty and merciful Father, who dost 
grant to children an abundant entrance into 
thy kingdom; Grant us grace so te conform 
our lives to their innocency and perfect faith, 
that at length, united with them, we may stand 
in thy presence in fulness of joy: through 
Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 


The grace of our Lord Jesus. Christ, and 
the love of God, and the fellowship of the 
Holy Ghost, be with us all evermore. Amen. 


(When they are come to the grave shall 
be said or sung:) 


Jesus said to his disciples, Ye now there- 
fore have sorrow: but I will see you again, 
and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy 
no man taketh from you. ; 


(While the earth shall be cast upon the 
body, the Minister shall say:) 


In sure and certain hope of the resurrection 
to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, 
we commit the body of this child to the 
ground. The Lord bless him and keep him, 
the Lord make his face to shine upon him © 
and be gracious unto Him, the Lord lift up 
his countenance upon him, and give him 
peace, both now and ever more. 


(Then shall be said or sung:) 


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Therefore are they before the throne of 
God, and serve him day and night in his 
temple; and he that sitteth on the throne 
shall dwell among them. 

They shall hunger no more, neither thirst 
any more; neither shall the sun light on them, 
nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the 
midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall 
lead them unto living fountains of waters: | 
and God shall wipe away all tears from their 
eyes. 


(Then shall the Minister say:) 
The Lord be with you. 
Answer: And with thy spirit. 


Let us pray. 


O God, whose most dear Son did take little 
children into his arms and bless them; Give 
us grace. we beseech thee, to entrust the soul 
of this child to thy neverfailing care and love, 
and bring us all to thy heavenly kingdom, 
through the same thy son, Jesus Christ our 
Lord. Amen. 


Almighty God, Father of mercies and giver 
of all comfort, deal graciously, we pray thee, 
with all those who mourn, that, casting every 
care on thee, they may know the consolation 
of thy love; through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
Amen. 


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May Almighty God, the Father, the Son, 
and the Holy Ghost, bless you and keep you 
now and for evermore. Amen. 


Scriptures Suitable for the Funeral 
oft a Child 


Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs 
is the kingdom of heaven. 

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall 
be comforted. 

Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit 
the earth. 

Blessed are they which do hunger and 
thirst after righteousness: for they shall be 
filled. 

Blessed are the merciful: for they shall ob- 
tain mercy. 

Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall 
see God. ) 

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall 
be called the children of God. 

Blessed are they which are persecuted for 
righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom 
of heaven. 

Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, 
and persecute you and shall say all manner 
of evil against you falsely for my sake. 


Matthew 5: 3-11 


Thus saith the Lord; A voice was heard in 
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Rachel weeping for her children refused to be 
comforted for her children, because they were 
not. Jeremiah 31: 15 


So she went and came unto the man of 
God to Mount Carmel. And it came to pass 
when the man of God saw her afar off, that 
he said to Gehazi his servant, Behold, yonder 
is that Shunammite: 

Run now, I pray thee, to meet her, and say 
unto her, Is it well with thee? is it well with 
thy husband? is it well with the child? And 
she answered. It is well. 


II Kings 4: 25-26 


David therefore besought God for the child; 
and David fasted and went in, and lay all 
night upon the earth. 


And the elders of his house arose, and went 
to him, to raise him up from the earth; but he 
would not, neither did he eat bread with them, 
_ And it came to pass on the seventh day, 
that the child died. And the servants. of 
David feared to tell him that the child was 
dead: for they said, Behold, while the child 
was yet alive, we spake unto him, and he 
would not harken unto our voice: how will 
he then vex himself, if we tell him that the 
child is dead? ty 
- But when David saw that his servants whis- 
pered, David perceived that the child. was 
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Is the child dead? And they said, He is dead. 

Then David arose from the earth, and 
washed, and anointed himself, and changed 
his apparel, and came into the house of the 
Lord, and worshipped: then he came to his 
own house; and when he required, they set 
bread before him, and he did eat. 

Then said his servants unto him, What 
thing is this thou hast done? thou didst fast 
and weep for the child, while it was alive; 
but when the child was dead, thou didst rise 
and eat bread. 

And he said, While the child was yet alive, 
I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell 
whether God will be gracious to me, that the 
child may live? 

But now he is dead, wherefore should J 
fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall 
go to him, but he shall not return to me. 


II Samuel 12: 16-23 


And they brought young children to him. 
that he should touch them: and his disciples 
rebuked those that brought them. 

But when Jesus saw it, he was much dis- 
pleased, and said unto them, 

Suffer the little children to come unto me, 
and forbid them not: for of such is the king- 
dom of God. 

Verily I say unto you, whosoever shall not 
receive the kingdom of God as a little child, 
he shall not enter therein. 


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And he took them up in his arms, put his 
hands upon them, and blessed them. 


Mark 10: 13-16 


Take heed that ye despise not one of these 
little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven 
their angels do always behold the face of My 
Father which is in heaven. | 

For the Son of man is come to save that 
which was lost. 

How think ye? if a man have an hundred 

sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth 
he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth 
into the mountains, and seeketh that which is 
gone astray? 
And if so be that he find it, verily I say 
unto you, he rejoiceth more over that sheep 
than over the ninety and nine that went not 
astray. 

Even so it is not the will of your Father 
which is in heaven that one of these little 
ones should perish. 

Matthew 18: 10-14 


They shall hunger no more, neither thirst 
any more; neither shall the sun light on them, 
nor any heat. 

For the Lamb which is in the midst of the 
throne shall feed them, and shall lead them 
unto living fountains of waters: and God shall 
wipe away all tears from their eyes. 


Revelation 22: 4-5 


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And I heard a great voice out of heaven 
saying, Behold the tabernacle of God is with 
men, and he will dwell with them, and they 
shall be his people, and God himself shail be 
with them, and be their God. 

And God shall wipe away all tears from 
their eyes; and there shall be no more death, 
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there 
be any more pain; for the former things are 
passed away. 


Revelation 21: 3-4 


Scriptures Suitable for the Funeral 
nf a Youth 


In the morning sow thy seed, and in the 
evening withhold not thine hand, for thou 
knowest not whether shall prosper this or 
that, or whether both shall be alike good. 

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant 
thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: 

But if a man live many years, and rejoice 
in them all; yet let him remember the days 
of darkness; for they shall be many : All that 
cometh is vanity. 

Rejoice, O young man in thy youth, and let 
thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, 
and walk in the ways of thy heart, and in the 
light of thine eyes; but know thou, that for 
all these things God will bring thee into judg- 
ment. 

Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, 


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and put away evil from thy flesh: for child- 
hood and youth are vanity. 


Ecclesiastes 11: 6-10 


Remember now thy Creator in the days of 
thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor 
the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I 
have no pleasure in them; 


While the sun, or the light, or the moon, 
or the stars be not darkened; nor the clouds 
return after the rain; , 


In the day when the keepers of the house 
shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow 
themselves, and the grinders cease because 
they are few, and those that look out of the 
windows be darkened, 

And the doors shall be shut in the streets 
when the sound of the grinding is low, and 
he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and 
all the daughters of music shall be brought 
low: 

And when they shall be afraid of that which’ 
is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the 
almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshop- 
per shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; 
because man goeth to his long home, and the 
mourners go about the streets; 

Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the 
golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be 
broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken 
at the cistern. 


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Then shall the dust return to the earth as 
it was; and the spirit shall return unto God 
who gave it. 

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole 
matter: Fear God, and keep his command- 
ments: for this is the whole duty of man. 


Ecclesiastes 12. 


And it came to pass the day after, that he 
went into a city called Nain; and many of his 
disciples went with him, and much people. 

Now when he came nigh to the gate of the 
city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, 
the only son of his mother, and she was a 
widow: 

And much people of the city was with 
her. 

And when the Lord saw her, he had com- 
passion on her, and said unto her, Weep not. 

And he came and touched the bier: and they, 
that bare him stood still. 

And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, 
Arise. 

And he that was dead sat up, and began 
to speak. And he delivered him to hig 
mother. 

And there came a fear on all; and they 
glorified God, saying, That a great prophet 
is risen up among us; and that God hath 
visited his people. 

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Scriptures Suitable for the Funeral 
nf a Godly Woman 


Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry 
come unto thee.. Hide not thy face from me 
in the day when I am in trouble; incline 
thine ear unto me: in the day when I call, 
answer me speedily. Psalm 102: 1-2 


Like as a father pitieth his children, so the 
Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he 
knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we 
are dust. As for man his days are as grass: 
as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For 
the wind passeth: over it, and it is gone; and 
the place thereof shall know it no more. For 
the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to 
everlasting upon them that fear him, and his 
righteousness unto children’s children; To 
such as keep his covenant, and to those that 
remember his commandments to do them. 


Psalm 103: 13-18 


A virtuous woman who can find? For her 
price is far above rubies. ‘The heart of her 
husband trusteth in her, and he shall have no 
lack of gain. She doeth him good and not 
evil all the days of her life. She spreadeth 
out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth 
forth her hands to the needy. Strength and 
dignity are her clothing; and she laugheth at 
the time to come. She openeth her mouth 
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her tongue. She looketh well to the ways of 
her household, and eateth not the bread of 
idleness. Her children rise up, and call her 
blessed; Her husband also, and he praiseth 
her, saying: Many daughters have done virtu- 
ously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is 
deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman 
that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. 
Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let 
her works praise her in the gates. 


Proverbs 31: 10-12, 20, 25-31 


Then said Martha unto Jesus, Lord, if thou 
hadst been here, my brother had not died. 
But I know, that even now, whatsoever thou 
wilt ask of God, God will give thee. Jesus 
saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again. 
Martha said unto him, I know that he shall 
rise again in the resurrection at the last day. 
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, 
and the life: he that believeth in me, though 
he were dead, yet shall he live: And whoso- 
ever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. 
Believest thou this? 

John 2: 21-26 


Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple 
named Tabitha, which by interpretation is 
called Dorcas: this woman was full of good 
works and almsdeeds which she did. And it 
came to pass in those days, that she was sick, 
and died: whom when they had washed, they 
laid her in an upper chamber. And foras- 


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much as Lydda was nigh to Joppa, and the 
disciples had heard that Peter was there, they 
sent unto him two men, desiring him that he 
would not delay to come to them. ‘Then 
Peter arose and went with them. When he 
was come, they brought him into the upper 
chamber: and all the widows stood by him 
weeping, and showing the coats and garments. 
which Dorcas made, while she was with 
them. But Peter put them all forth, and 
kneeled down, and prayed; and turning him 
to the body said, Tabitha, arise, And she 
opened her eyes: and when she saw Peter, 
she sat up. And he gave her his hand, and 
lifted her up: and when he had called the 
saints and widows, he presented her alive. 
And it was known throughout all Joppa; and 
many believed in the Lord. 


Acts 9: 36-42 


When Jesus understood it, he said unto 
them, Why trouble ye the woman? for she 
hath wrought a good work upon me. For ye 
have the poor always with you; but me ye 
have not always. For in that she hath poured 
this ointment on my body, she did it for my 
burial. Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever 
this gospel shall be preached in the whole 
world, there shall also this, that this woman 
hath done, be told for a memorial of her. 


Matthew 26: 10-13 


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And that day was the preparation, and the 
sabbath drew on. And the women also, 
which came with him from Galitee, followed 
after and beheld the sepulchre, and how his 
body was laid. And they returned, and pre- 

ared spices and ointments; and rested the 
sabbath day according to the commandment. 
Now upon the first day of the week, very 
early in the morning, they came unto the sep- 
ulchre, bringing the spices which they had 
prepared, and certain others with them. And 
they found the stone rolled away from the 
sepulchre. And they entered in, and found 
not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came 
to pass, as they were much perplexed there- 
about, behold, two men stood by them in 
shining garments: And as they were afraid, 
and bowed down their faces to the earth, 
they said unto them,, Why seek ye the living 
among the dead? He is not here, but is risen: 
remember how he spake unto you when he 
was yet in Galilee, Saying, The Son of man 
must be delivered into the hands of sinful 
man, and be crucified, and the third day rise 
again. And they remembered his words. And 
- returned from the sepulchre, and told all these 
things unto the eleven, and to all the rest. It © 
was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary, 
the mother of James, and other women that 
were with them, which told these things unto 
the Apostles. 


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Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O 
woman, great is thy faith. 


Matthew 15: 23 


For this cause I bow my knees unto the 
Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Of whom 
the whole family in heaven and earth is 
named, That he would grant you according 
to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened 
with might by his Spirit in the inner man; 
That Christ may dwell in your hearts by, 
faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in 
love, May be able to comprehend with all 
saints what is the breadth, and length, and 
depth, and height; And to know the love of 
Christ which passeth knowledge, that ye 
might be filled with all the fulness of God. 
Now unto him that is able to do exceedingly 
abundantly above all that we ask or think, 
according to the power that worketh in us, 
Unto him be glory in the Church by Christ 
Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. 
Amen. 


Ephesians 3: 14-21 


Wherefore, seeing we also are compassed 
about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let 
us lay aside every weight, and the sin which 
doth so easily beset us, and let us run with 
patience the race that is set before us, look- 
ing unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our 
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endured the cross, despising the shame, and 
is set down at the right hand of the throne 
of God. 

Hebrews 12: 1-2 


Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe 
in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s 
house are many mansions: if it were not so, 
I would have told you. I go to prepare a 
place for you. And if I go and prepare a 
place for you, I will come again, and receive 
you unto myself; that where I am, there ye 
may be also. Peace I leave with you, my 
peace I give unto you: not as the world 
giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart 
be troubled, neither let it be afraid. 


John 14: 1-3, 27 


Blessed are they that wash their robes, that 
they may have right to the tree of life, and 
may enter in through the gates into the city. 


Revelation 22: 14 


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God is our refuge and strength, a very 
present help in trouble. 

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are 
heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from 
whence cometh my help. 


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My help cometh from the Lord which 
made Heaven and earth. 

If a man die shall he live again? 

I am the resurrection and the life. 

He that believeth on me, though he were 
dead yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth 
and believeth in me shall never die. 

Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe 
in God, believe also in me. . 

In my father’s house are many mansions; 
if it were not so, I would have told you. I 
go to prepare a place for you. 

And if I go and prepare a place for you, 
I will come again, and receive you unto my- 
self, that where I am, there ye may be also. 

For we know that if our earthly house of 
this tabernacle) were dissolved, we have a 
building of God, an house not made with 
hands, eternal in the heavens. 

If we believe that Jesus died and rose again, 
even so them also which sleep in Jesus will 
God bring with him. 

O death where is thy sting? Oh, grave 
where is thy victory? ‘Thanks be to God 
which giveth us the victory through our Lord 
Jesus Christ. 

And this is the victory that overcometh 
the world, even our faith. 

A good name is better than precious oint- 
ment; and the day of death than the day of 
one’s birth. 

It is better to go to the house of mourning, 


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than to go to the house of feasting: for that 1s 
the end of all men; and the living will lay it 
to his heart. 

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the 
sadness of the countenance the heart is made 
better. 

The heart of the wise is in the house of 
mourning; but the heart of fools is in the 
house of mirth. 


Beloved, think it not strange concerning the 
fiery trial which is to try you, as though some 
strange thing happened unto you. 


But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of 
Christ’s sufferings: that, when his glory shall 
be revealed, ye may be glad also with ex- 
ceeding joy. 

If ye be reproached for the name of Christ, 
happy are ye; for the spirit of glory and of 
God resteth upon you: on their part he is evil 


spoken of, but on your part he is glorified. 
J Peter 4: 12-14 


And Enoch walked with God and he was 
not; for God took him. 
Genesis 5: 24 


And thou shalt go to thy fathers in peace; 
thou shalt be buried in a good old age. 
Genesis 15: 15 


The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it 
be found in the way of the righteousness. 
Proverbs 16: 31 


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And even to your old age I am he; and 
even to hoar hairs will I carry you: I have 
made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and 
will deliver you. 

Isaiah 46: 4 


For I am now ready to be offered, and the 
time of my departure is at hand. I have fought. 
a good fight, I have finished my course, I have 
kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up 
for me a crown of righteousness, which the 
Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at 
that day: and not to me only, but unto all 
them also that love his appearing. 


II Timothy 4: 6-8 


God is our refuge and strength, a very pres- 
ent help in trouble. 

Therefore will not we fear, though the earth 
be removed, and though the mountains be 
carried into the midst of the sea; 

Though the waters thereof roar and be 
troubled, though the mountains shake with 
the swelling thereof. 


Psalm 46: 1-3 


When saw we thee a stranger, and took 
thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or 
when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came 
unto thee? 

And the King shall answer and say unto 
them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye 


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have done it unto one of the least of these 
my brethren, ye have done it unto me. 


Matthew 25: 38-40 


After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multi- 
tude, which no man could number, of all na- 
tions, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, 
stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, 
clothed with white robes, and palms in their 
hands. 

And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salva- 
tion to our God which sitteth upon the throne, 
and unto the Lamb. 

And all the angels stood round about the 
throne, and about the elders and the four 
beasts, and fell before the throne on their 
faces and worshiped God. 

Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and 
wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and 
power and might, be’ unto our God for ever 
and ever. Amen. 

And one of the elders answered, saying unto 
me, What are these which are arrayed in 
white robes? and whence came they? 

And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. 
And he said unto me, These are they which 
came out of great tribulation, and have 
washed their robes, and made them white in 
the blood of the Lamb. 

Therefore are they before the throne of 
God, and serve him day and night in his 
temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall 
dwell among them. 


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They shall hunger no more, neither thirst 
any more; neither shall the sun light on them, 
nor any heat. 

For the lamb which is in the midst of the 
throne shall feed them, and shall lead them 
unto living fountains of waters: and God 
shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. 

Revelation 7: 9-17 


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Let us now praise famous men, and our 
fathers that begat us. 

The Lord hath wrought great glory by 
them through his great power from the be- 
ginning. 

Such as did bear rule in their kingdoms, 
men renowned for their power, giving coun- 
sel by their understanding, and declaring 
prophecies: 

Leaders of the people by their counsels, 
and by their knowledge of learning meet for 
the people, wise and eloquent in their instruc- 
tions: 

Such as found out musical tunes, and re- 
cited verses in writing: 

Rich men furnished with ability, living 
peaceably in their habitations: 

All these were honoured in their gen- 
erations, and were the glory of their times. 

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behind them, that their praises might be re- 
ported. 

But these were merciful men, whose 
righteousness hath not been forgotten. 

With their seed shall continually remain 
a good inheritance, and their children are 
within the covenant. 

Their bodies are buried in peace; but 
their name liveth for evermore. 

The people will tell of their wisdom, 
and the congregation will shew forth their 
praise. 

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Ecclesiasticus 44. 


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The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord. 

To do justice and judgment is more accept- 
able to the Lord than sacrifice. 

He that followeth after righteousness and 
mercy findeth life, righteousness, and honor. 

A good name is rather to be chosen than 
great riches, and loving favor rather than sil- 
ver and gold. 

By humility and the fear of the Lord are 
riches and honor and life. 

He that loveth pureness of heart, for the 
grace of his lips the king shall be his friend. 

Bow down thine ear and hear the words of 
the wise, and apply thine heart unto my 
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That thy trust may be in the Lord, I have 
made known to thee this day, even to thee. 

He that keepeth the commandment keepeth 
his own soul. 

The fear of the Lord tendeth to life; and he 
that hath it shall abide satisfied. 

The liberal soul shall be made fat: and he 
that watereth shall be watered also himself. 

The fruit of the righteous is as a tree of 
life; and he that winneth souls is wise. 

The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich; 
and He addeth no sorrow with it. | 

Wisdom is the principal thing: therefore 
get wisdom: and with all thy getting get un- 
derstanding. 
_ I have taught thee in the way of wisdom; 
I have led thee in right paths. 

The path of the just is as the shining light, 
that shineth more and more unto the perfect 
day. 


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Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice: 
have mercy also upon me, and answer me. 
When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart 
said unto thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek. 
Hide not thy face from me; put not thy 
servant away in anger: thou hast been my 
help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O 
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my mother forsake me, then the Lord will 
take me up. ‘Teach me thy way, O Lord, and 
lead me ina plain path. I had fainted, unless 
I had believed to see the goodness of the 
Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the 
Lord: be of good courage, and he shall 
strengthen thine heart: wait I say, on the 
Lord. 
Psalm 27: 7-11, 15, 14 


Seeing then that we have a great high 
priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus 
the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. 
For we have not a high priest which cannot 
be touched with the feeling of our infirmi- 
ties; but was in all points tempted like as 
we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore 
come boldly unto the throne of grace that we 
may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in 
time of need. 

Hebrews 4: 14-16 


But ye are come unto Mount Sion, and unto 
the city of the living God, the heavenly Jeru- 
salem, and to an innumerable company of 
angels, to the general assembly and church 
of the firstborn, which are written in heaven, 
and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits 
of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the 
mediator of the new covenant, and to the 
blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better 
things than that of Abel. Wherefore, seeing 
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a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every 
weight, and the sin which doth so easily be- 
set us, and let us run with patience the race 
that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the 
author and finisher of our faith; who for the 
joy that was set before him endured the cross, 
despising the shame, and is set dawn at the 
right hand of the throne of God. 


Hebrews 12: 22-24, 1-2 


But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one 
thing, that one day is with the Lord as a 
thousand years, and a thousand years as one 
day. The Lord is not slack concerning his 
promise, as some men count slackness; but 
is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that 
any should perish, but that all should come to 
repentance. But the day of the Lord will 
come as a thief in the night; in which the 
heavens shall melt with fervent heat, the earth 
also and the works that are therein shall be 
burned up. Seeing then that all these things 
shall be dissolved, what manner of persons 
ought ye to be in all holy conversation and 
godliness, looking for and hastening unto 
the coming of the day of God, wherein the 
heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and 
the elements shall melt with fervent heat? 
Nevertheless, we according to his promise, 
look for new heavens and a new earth, where- 
in dwelleth righteousness. Wherefore, be- 
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diligent that ye may be found of him in peace, 
without spot, and blameless. 


2 Peter 3: 8-14 


Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in 
all generations. Before the mountains were 
brought forth; or ever thou hadst formed 
the earth and the world, even from everlast- 
ing to everlasting, thou art God. For a 
thousand years in thy sight are but as yes- 
terday when it is past, and as a watch in 
the night. We spend our years as a tale 
that is told. ‘The days of our years are three- 
score years and ten; and if by reason of 
strength they be fourscore years, yet is their 
strength they be fourscore years, yet it is soon 
cut off, and we fly away. So teach us to num- 
ber our days, that we may apply our hearts 
unto wisdom. 


Psalm 90: 1, 2, 4, 9, 10, 12 


He that dwelleth in the secret place of the 
Most High shall abide under the shadow of 
the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is 
my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him 
will I trust. For he shail give his angels 
charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. 
They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest 
thou dash thy foot against a stone. 

Psalm. 91 :2:1,. 2-14.12 


Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord, 
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hath clean hands, and a pure heart: who hath 
not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn 
deceitfully. He shall receive the blessing 
from the Lord, and righteousness from the 
God of his salvation, 

Psalm 24: 3-5 


Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have 
called thee by thy name; thou art mine. 
When thou passest through the waters, I 
will be with thee: and through the rivers, they 
shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest 
through the fire, thou shalt not be burned, 
neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. 
For Iam the Lord thy God, the Holy One 
of Israel, thy Saviour. 

Isaiah 43: 1-3 


Thou will keep him in perfect peace, whose 
mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth 


in thee. 
Isaiah 26: 3 


Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, 
that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Cre- 
ator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, 
neither is weary? there is no searching of his 
understanding. He giveth power to the 
faint; and to them that have no might he 
increaseth strength. Even the youths shall 
faint and be weary, ahd the young men shall 
utterly fall: but they that wait upon the 
Lord shall renew their strength; they shall 


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mount up with wings as eagles, they shall 
run and not be weary: they shall walk and 
not faint. 


Isaiah 40: 28-31 


Leave thy fatherless children, I will pre- 
serve them alive; and let thy widows trust 
in me. 

Jeremiah 49: 11 


Strengthen ye the weak hands, and confirm 
the feeble knees. Say to them that are of a 
fearful heart, Be strong, fear not: behold, 
your God will come with vengeance, even 
God with a recompense: he will come and 
save you. Then the eyes of the blind shall 
be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be 
unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap 
as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing: 
for in the wilderness shall waters break out, 
and streams in the desert. And the parched 
ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty 
lands springs of water: in the habitation of 
dragons, where each lay, shall be grass with 
reeds and rushes. And a highway shall be 
there, and a way, and it shall be called The 
Way of Holiness; the unclean shall not pass 
over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfar- 
ing men, though fools, shall not err therein. 
No lion shall be there, nor any ravenous 
beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be 
found there; but the redeemed shall walk 
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return, and come to Zion with songs and 
everlasting joy upon their heads: They shall 
obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and 
sighing shall flee away. 

Isaiah 35: 3-10 


Precious in the sight of the Lord is the 
death of his saints. 
Psalm 116: 15 


For our citizenship is in heaven; from 
whence also we wait for a Saviour, the Lord 
Jesus Christ: who shall fashion anew the 
body of our humiliation, that it may be con- 
formed to the body of his glory, according to 
the working whereby he is able even to sub- 
ject all things unto himself. 

Philippians 3: 20-21 


But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor 
ear heard, neither have entered into the heart 
of man, the things which God hath prepared 
for them that love him. But God hath re- 
vealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the 
Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep 
things of God. 

I Corinthians 2: 9-10 


For we know that, if our earthly house of 
this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a 
building of God, an house not made with 
hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we 
groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon 


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with our house which is from heaven: If so 
be that being clothed we shall not be found 
naked. For we that are in this tabernacle 
do groan, being burdened: not for that we 
would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that 
mortality might be swallowed up of life. Now 
he that hath wrought us for the selfsame 
thing is God, who also hath given unto us 
the earnest of the Spirit. Therefore we are 
always confident, knowing that, whilst we 
are at home in the body, we are absent from 
the Lord: (for we walk by faith, not by 
sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing 
rather to be absent from the body, and to be 
present with the Lord. Wherefore we labour 
that, whether present or absent, we may be 
accepted of him. 
2 Corinthians 5: 1-9 


And I heard a voice from heaven saying 
unto me, Blessed are the dead which die in 
the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the 
Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; 
and their works do follow them. 

Revelation 14: 13 


For I am in a straight betwixt two, having 
a desire to depart, and to be with Christ: 
which is far better. 
Philippians 1: 23 


After this I beheld, and lo, a great multi- 
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tions, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, 
stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, 
clothed with white robes, and palms in their 
hands; And cried with a loud voice, saying, 
Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the 
throne, and unto the Lamb. And all the 
angels stood round about the throne, and 
about the elders and the four beasts, and fell 
before the throne on their faces, and wor- 
shipped God, Saying, Amen: Blessing, and 
glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and 
honour, and power, and might, be unto our 
God forever and ever. Amen. And one of 
the elders answered saying unto me, What 
are these which are arrayed in white robes? 
and whence came they? And I said unto him, 
Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These 
are they which came out of great tribulation, 
and have washed their robes, and made them 
white in the blood of the Lamb. ‘Therefore 
are they before the throne of God, and serve 
him day and night in his temple: and he that 
sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. 
They shall hunger no more, neither thirst 
any more; neither shall the sun light on 
them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is 
in the midst of the throne shall feed them, 
and shall lead them unto living fountains of 
waters: and God shall wipe away all tears 
from their eyes. 


Revelation 7: 9-17 


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If we believe that Jesus died and rose 
again, even so them also which sleep in 
Jesus will bring God with Him. 

For the Lord Himself shall descend 
from heaven with a shout, with the voice of 
the archangel, and with the trump of God: 
and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 

Then we which are alive and remain shall 
be caught up together with them in the 
clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so 
shall we ever be with the Lord. 

And God shall wipe away all tears from 
their eyes; and there shall be no more death, 
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there 
be any more pain. 

And there shall be no night there; and they 
need no candle, neither light of the sun; for 
the Lord God giveth them light. 

And they shall reign forever and ever. 

Wherefore comfort one another with these 
words. 


Harious Forms of Comnittals 


Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty 
God, in his wise providence, to take out of 
the world the soul of the departed, we there- 
fore commit his body to the ground, earth to 
earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust: looking 
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and the life of the world to come, through our 
Lord Jesus Christ: at whose second coming 
in glorious majesty to judge the world, the 
earth and the sea shall give up their dead; 
and the corruptible bodies of those who sleep 
in him shall be changed and made like unto 
his own glorious body; according to the 
mighty working whereby he is able to sub- 
due all things unto himself. 
or 

Forasmuch as ‘it hath pleased Almighty 
God in his wise providence, to take out of this 
world the soul of our deceased (brother), we 
therefore commit (his) body to the ground; 
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; 
here to await the general resurrection in the 
last day, and the appearing of our Lord 
Jesus Christ. 

or 

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust: 
but the spirit is with God who gave it. And 
we look for the resurrection of the dead ac- 
cording to His promise who was dead and 
is alive forevermore. 


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“Goodby, Till Morning” 


“Goodby, till morning come again,” 
We part, if part we must, with pain, 
But night is short, and hope is sweet, 
Faith fills our hearts, and wings our feet; 
And so we sing the old refrain, 
“Goodby, till morning come again.” 


“Goodby, till morning come again,” 

The thought of death brings weight of 
pain. 

But could we know how short the night 
That falls, and hides them from our sight, 
Our hearts would sing the old refrain, 
“Goodby, till morning come again.” 


Warm summer sun, 
Shine kindly here. 
Warm southern wind, 
Blow softly here. 
Green sod above, 
Lie light, lie light, 
Good night, dear heart. 
Good night, good night. 


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Green be the turf above thee, 
Friend of my better days! 

None knew thee but to love thee 
None named thee, but to praise. 


Fitz-Greene Halleck 


B’en for the dead I will not bind 
My soul to grief—death cannot long divide: 
For is it not as if the rose that climbed 
My garden wall had blossomed on the 
other side? 
Death doth hide but not divide; 
Beloved, thou art on Christ’s other side. 


Swing softly, beauteous gates of death, 
To let a waiting soul pass on, 

Achievement crowns life’s purposes 
And victory is forever won. 


Swing softly, softly, heavenly gate, 

Thy portal passed, no more to roam; 
Our traveler finds her journey o’er, 

And rest at last in “Home Sweet Home.” 


Alice B. Howe. 


"Tis sweet, as year by year we lose 
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse 
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Not for him but for us should our tears be 
shed, 
Mourn, mourn, for the living, but not for 
the dead. 
Let the dirge be unsung, and awaken the 
psalm,— 
No cypress for him who lies crowned with 
the palm. 


So, on I go, not knowing 
I would not, if I might. 

I would rather walk in the dark with God 
Than walk alone in the light. 

I would rather walk with Him by faith, 
Than walk alone by sight. 


What must it be to step on shore, and find 
it—Heaven; 

To take hold of a hand, and find it—God’s 
hand; 

To breathe a new air and find it—Celestial air; 

To feel invigorated, and find it—Immortality ; 

fo rise from the care and turmoil of earth 

Into one unbroken calm; 

To wake up and find it—Glory. 


God calls our loved ones, but we lose not 
wholly 
What He has given; 
They live on earth in thought and deed, as 
truly 
As in His Heaven. 
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Yet Love Will Dream 


Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust 
(Since He who knows our need is just) 
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. 
Alas for him who never sees 
The stars shine through his cypress trees! 
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, 
Nor looks to see the breaking day 
Across the mournful marbles play! 
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, 
The truth to flesh and sense unknown, 
That Life is ever Lord of Death, 
And Love can never lose its own! 

John Greenleaf Whittier 


Be Comforted 

The face of Death is toward the Sun of Life, 

His shadow darkens earth: his truer name 

Is “Onward”, no discordance in the roll 

And march of that Eternal Harmony 

Whereto the worlds beat time, tho’ faintly 

j heard 

Until the great hereafter. Mourn in hope. 
Alfred Tennyson 


Out of the dusk a shadow, 
Then, a spark; 

Out of the cloud a silence, 

~Then,.a. lark; 

Out of the heart a rapture, 


Then, a pain; 
Out of the dead, cold ashes, 
Life again. John B. Tabb 


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Comfort 


There is a day of sunny rest 
For every dark and troubled night; 
And grief may bide an evening guest, 
But joy shall come with early light. 


For God hath marked each sorrowing day, 
And. numbered every secret tear, 
And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay 
For all His children suffer here. 
William Cullen Bryant 


From “Thanatopsis” 


So live that when thy summons comes to join 
The innumerable caravan, which moves 
To that mysterious realm, where each shall 
take 
His chamber in the silent halls of death, 
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, 
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and 
soothed 
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave 
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 
About him, and lies down to pleasant 
dreams. 
William Cullen Bryant 


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Lord of all Light and Darkness, 
Lord of all Life and Death, 
Behold, we lay in earth today 

The flesh that perisheth. 
Take to Thyself whatever may 

Be not as dust and breath— 
Lord of all Light and Darkness, 

Lord of all Life and Death. 


William Watson 


Under the wide and starry sky, 

Dig the grave and let me lie. 

Glad did I live and gladly die, 
And I laid me down with a will. 


This be the verse you grave for me; 
Here he lies where he longed to be; 
Home is the sailor, home from sea, 

And the hunter home from the hill. 


Robert Louis Stevenson. 


Servant of God, well done! 

Rest from thy loved employ: 

The battle fought, the victory won, 
Enter thy Master’s joy. 


The pains of death are past, 

Labour and sorrow cease, 

And life’s long warfare closed at last, 
. Thy soul is found in peace. 


James Montgomery. 


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Prayers from Various Sources Suitable 
for Use at a Funeral 


Almighty God, who hast knit together 
Thine elect in one communion and fellow- 
ship, in the mystical body of Thy Son Christ 
our Lord; Grant us grace so to follow Thy 
blessed saints in all virtuous and godly liv- 
ing, that we may come to those unspeakable 
joys which Thou hast prepared for them that 
unfeignedly love Thee; through Jesus Christ 
our Lord. Amen. 


O Lord Jesus Christ, who by Thy death 
didst take away the sting of death; Grant un- 
to us Thy servants so to follow in faith where 
Thou hast led the way, that we may at length 
fall asleep peacefully in Thee, and awake 
after Thy likeness; through Thy mercy, who 
livest with the Father and the Holy Ghost, 
one God, world without end. Amen. 


O God, Thou King eternal, immortal, and 
invisible, the blessed and only Potentate; 
May we, who cannot see Thee with the eye 
of flesh, behold Thee steadfastly with the eye 
of faith, that we may not faint under the 
manifold trials and temptations of this mortal 
life, but endure as seeing Thee who art in- 
visible; and grant that having fulfilled Thy 
will upon earth, we may behold Thy face in 
heaven, and be made partakers of those un- 


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speakable joys which Thou hast promised to 
them who love Thy Son Jesus Christ our 
Lord, and wait His appearing; for whose sake 
we beseech Thee to hear us; and unto whom, 
with Thee, the Father, and the Holy Ghost, 
we ascribe all glory and praise, for ever and 
ever. Amen. 


O God, who art the Strength of Thy saints 
and who redeemest the souls of Thy servants; 
We bless Thy name for all those who have 
died in the Lord, and who now rest from 
their labours, having received the end of their 
faith, even the salvation of their souls. Es- 
pecially we call to remembrance Thy. loving- 
kindness and Thy tender mercies to this Thy 
servant. |For all Thy goodness that withheld 
not his portion in the joys of this earthly life, 
and for Thy guiding hand along the way of his 
pilgrimage; we give Thee thanks and praise. 
Especially we bless Thee for Thy grace that 
kindled in his heart the love of Thy dear 
Name; that enabled him to fight the good 
fight, to endure unto the end, and to obtain 
the victory; yea, to become more than con- 
queror, through Him that loveth us. We 
magnify Thy “holy Name that his trials and 
temptations being ended, sickness and death 
being passed, with all the dangers and diffi- 
culties of this mortal life, his spirit is at home 
in Thy presence, at whose right hand dwelleth 
eternal peace. And grant, HO) Lord, we be- 
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umph of Thy saints may profit by their ex- 
ample, that becoming followers of their faith 
and patience, we also may enter with them 
into an inheritance incorruptible and unde- 
filed, and that fadeth not away; through Jesus 
Christ our Lord. Amen. 


O Lord Jesus Christ, who Thyself didst 
weep beside the grave, and art touched with 
the feeling of our sorrows; Fulfill now Thy 
promise that Thou wilt not leave Thy people 
comfortless, but wilt come to them. Reveal 
Thyself unto Thine afflicted servants, and 
cause them to hear Thee saying, “I am the 
Resurrection and the Life.” Help them, O 
Lord, to turn to Thee with true discernment, 
and to abide in Thee through living faith; 
that, finding now the comfort of Thy pres- 
ence, they may have also a sure confidence in 
Thee for all that is to come: until the day 
break and the shadows flee away. Hear 
us for Thy great mercy’s sake, O Jesus Christ 
our Lord. Amen. 


Almighty God, our heavenly Father, who 
art our Refuge and Strength, and a very pres- 
ent Help in time of trouble; Enable us, we 
pray Thee, to put our trust in Thee, and see- 
ing that we have an High Priest who is 
touched with the feeling of our infirmities, 
may we come boldly unto the throne of 
grace that we may obtain mercy and find 
grace to help in this our time of need; through 
Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 


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Our Father in heaven, whose pity is infinite 
and whose will is sovereign; Be pleased to 
look down upon our sorrow, and for the sake 
of Thy dear Son, enable us so to hear Thy 
holy word, that through patience and comfort 
of the Scriptures we may have hope, and grant 
us the consolation of Thy Holy Spirit, that 
we, humbly acknowledging our many sins, 
may nevertheless hold fast the assurance of 
Thy mercy and the blessed hope of everlast- 
ing life, through Him who died and rose again 
and ever liveth with Thee, even Jesus Christ 
our Lord. Amen. 


Almighty God, the Fountain of all wis- 
dom, who knowest our necessities before we 
ask and our ignorance in asking; We beseech 
Thee to have compassion upon our infirmi- 
ties; and those things, which for our un- 
worthiness we dare not and for our blindness 
we cannot ask, vouchsafe to give us, for the 
worthiness of Thy Son, Jesus Christ our 
Lord. Amen. 


Almighty and most merciful God, the Con- 
solation of the sorrowful, and the Support of 
the weary, who dost not willingly grieve or 
afflict the children of men; Look down in 
tender love and pity, we beseech Thee, upon 
Thy bereaved servants, whose joy is turned 
into mourning; so that, while they mourn, 
they may not murmur, or faint under Thy 
rod; but, remembering all Thy mercies, Thy 


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promises, and Thy love in Christ, may re- 
sign themselves meekly into Thy hands, to 
be taught and disciplined by Thee. Convert 
them wholly to Thyself, and fill their deso- 
late hearts with Thy love, that they may 
cleave more closely to Thee, who bringest 
life out of death, and who canst turn their 
grief into eternal joy; through Christ our 
Lord. Amen. 


O Lord, by all Thy dealings with us, 
whether of joy or pain, of light or darkness, 
let us be brought to Thee. Let us value no 
treatment of Thy grace simply because it 
makes us happy or because it makes us 
sad, because it gives us ‘or denies us 
what we want; but may all that Thou send- 
est us bring us to Thee; that knowing Thy 
perfectness we may be sure in every disap- 
pointment, Thou art still loving us, in 
every darkness Thou art still enlight- 
ening us, and in every enforced idleness 
Thou art still using us; yea, in every death 
Thou art giving us life, as in His death 
Thou didst give life to Thy Son, our Saviour, 
Jesus Christ. Amen, 

| ny; Phillips Brooks 


Teach us, O God; the ancient truth of the 
divine goodness, the wondrous joys of re- 
pentance, the rich rewards of obedience, the 
deep satisfactions of the companionship of 


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Jesus, and the marvelous inspirations of Thy 
glorious Word! 

Teach. us the courage of unrequited toil, 
the nobility of speech, the splendor of silence, 
the gladness of a humble task done in love, 
and all the masterful uplift of that fine music 
of the heart that sings amidst the dust of 
things. | 

Teach us “the patience of unanswered 
prayer,” the plentiful strength of discipline, 
the sacred stillness of life’s problems, the 
softened meanings of life’s shadows, and all 
the high reach of life’s far-flaming hopes. 

Teach us the value of love and the warm 
joys of dedicated hearthstones, the revelation 
of life in the hearts of children, the message 
of truth in the hearts of friends, and all the 
endless inspiration to service in the heart of 
the world. Amen. 


O God, the God of the spirits of all flesh, 
in whose embrace all creatures live, in what- 
soever world or condition they be; I beseech 
Thee for him whose name and dwelling-place 
and every need Thou knowest. Lord, vouch- 
safe him light and rest, peace and refreshment, 
joy and consolation, in Paradise, in the com- 
panionship of saints, in the ‘presence. of 
Christ, in the ample folds of Thy great love. 

Grant that his life (so troubled here) may 
unfold in Thy sight, and find a sweet employ- 
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hath ever been hurt or maimed by any un- 
happy word or deed of mine, I pray Thee of 
Thy great pity to heal and restore him, that 
he may serve Thee without hindrance. 

Tell him, O gracious Lord, if it may be, 
how much I love, and miss him, and long to 
see him again; and, if there be ways in which 
he may come, vouchsafe him to me as guide 
and guard, and grant me a sense of his near- 
ness in such degree as Thy laws permit. 

If in aught I can minister to his peace, be 
pleased of Thy love to let this be; and merci- 
fully keep me from every act which may de- 
prive me of the sight of him as soon as our 
trial-time is over, or mar the fulness of our 
joy when the end of the days hath come. 

Pardon, O gracious Lord and Father, what- 
soever is amiss in this my prayer, and let Thy 
will be done, for my will is blind and erring, 
but Thine is guided by infinite wisdom, and 
able to do exceeding abundantly above all 
that we ask or think; through Jesus Christ 
our Lord. Amen. 

(This beautiful prayer is attributed to 
W. E. Gladstone.) 


Let me do my work each day, and if the 
darkened hours of sorrow overtake me, may 
I not forget the strength that comforted me in 
the desolation of other times. 

May I still remember the bright hours that 
found me walking over the silent hills of my 
childhood, or dreaming on the margin of the 


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quiet river, when a light glowed within me, 
and I promised God to have courage amid the 
changing years. 

Spare me from bitterness and the sharp 
passions of unguarded moments. May I not 
forget that poverty and riches are of the 
spirit. Though the world know me not, may 
my thoughts and actions be such as shall 
keep me friendly with myself. Lift my eyes 
from the earth and let me not forget the 
uses of the stars. 

Forbid that I should judge others lest I 
condemn myself. Let me not follow the 
clamor of the world, but walk calmly in my 
path. Give me a few friends who love me 
_for what I am; and keep ever burning before 
my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope. 
And though age and infirmity overtake me, 
and I come not within sight of the castle of 
my dreams, teach me still to be thankful 
for life and for time’s olden memories that are 
good and sweet, and may the evening’s twi- 
light find me gentle still. Amen. 


O, Lord, support us all the day long of 
our troublous life, until the shadows length- 
en and the evening comes, and the busy world 
is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and 
our work is done. Then in thy mercy grant 
us a safe lodging and a holy rest, and peace 
at the last, through Jesus Christ our Lord, 
Amen. 

John Henry Newman 


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Father of life, who givest to-our dust the 
breath of being, be near us when we bow. ‘be- 
side our dead. Be not wroth with us in our 
sorrowing as friend after friend says good- 
bye, and goes into the silent land whither 
now we cannot follow them. 


Draw aside the veil of grief, we ask Thee, 
O Lord Christ, who knewest the sorrow of 
man for man at Lazarus’ grave. ‘Thou that 
didst bow Thy head upon the cross, and pass 
beneath the shadow and the pain of dying, 
pity us, we pray thee, as we linger here. Let 
us not mourn as those for whom there is no 
hope of a morning’s joy with Thee and all we 
love and lose upon this fading world. 


We thank Thee for the confidence Thou 
hast given us in a life beyond this dying. We 
thank Thee for Thy goodness to our loved 
ones, that, even in the Valley of the Shadow, 
peace was theirs, reiying on Thy love; that 
the darkness was aglow with the promises of 
Christ. Give us the calm that fell upon their 
spirit when they had to say farewell to all they 
loved. Give us the strength Thou gavest 
them when they were passing from us. 


We thank Thee for the sweet life, kind and 
true, that Thou hast taken, for the thought 
of others, the gentle heart and hand, the ex- 
ample of lowly courtesy and earnest dutiful- 
ness, that made Thy servant, now asleep in 
Jesus, so beloved by all. Help us to follow 
in her steps, as she walked in the footsteps of 


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her Redeemer; and do Thou bless and con- 
sole all who were precious to her, and unto 
whom she was dear. © 

We remember the loved ones gone before 
us, who wait, beyond the mystery, for our 
coming. Give us the faith that made them 
beautiful and strong, the hope that kept them 
steadfast, and the love that gave them sweet 
light at the last. And when we, too, are tired, 
and would lie down to slumber, grant that 
we may sink softly into sleep, trusting like 
them, to wake with Thee. 

Weak are we all, and dying. Give us peace, 
strength for our battle while it lasts, and rest 
at the close of day, when our work is done. 

And, in the Resurrection Morn, when all souls 
rise and stand before Thee, give us the meet- 
ing which we yearn for, the vision of the faces 
we may not now behold forever here. Keep 
us, who remain under the shadow of Thy 
grace, and watch the sleeping-places of our 
loved ones, till, over the hills of time, the 
angel of Thy glory comes again. 

Go with us as we go to lay this dear dust 
to its rest, till Christ shall wake it, when He 
cometh calling old loved names, among the 
graves. And keep us all close in the shelter 
of Thy presence. For Jesus sake. Amen. 


Lauchlan Maclean Watt 


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Here and There 


We sit beside the lower feast to-day, 
She at the higher. 
Our voices falter as we bend to pray; 
In the great Choir 
Of happy saints she sings, and does not tire. 


We break the bread of patience and the wine 
Of tears we share. 

She tastes the vintage of that glorious vine 
Whose branches fair 

Set for the healing of all nations are. 


I wonder is she sorry for one pain, 
Or, if grown wise, 
She, wondering, smiles, and counts them idle, 
vain, 
These heavy sighs, 
These longings for her face and happy eyes. 


Smile on then, darling, as God wills is best; 
We loose our hold, 

Content to leave thee to the deeper rest, 
The safer fold, 

To joy’s immortal youth, while we grow old; 


Content the cold and wintry day to bear, 
The icy wave, 

And know thee in immortal summer there, 
Beyond the grave; | 

Content to give thee to the Lord that gave. 


—Susan Coolidge. 


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Abou Ben Adhem 


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) 

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, 

And saw within the moonlight in his room, 

Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, 

An angel writing in a book of gold; 

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, 

And to the presence in the room he said, 

“What writest thou?” The vision raised its 
head, 

And, with a look made all of sweet accord, 

_ Answered, “The names of those who love the 
Lord”, 

“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay not so,” 

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, 

But cheerily still; and said, “I pray thee, then, 

Write me as one who loves his fellow men.” 

The angel wrote, and vanished. ‘The next 
night 

He came again with a great wakening light, 

And showed the names of those whom love 
of God had blest,— 

And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest! 


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Good-night 


Sleep on beloved, sleep, and take thy rest; 
Lay down thy head upon the Saviour’s 
breast; 
We loved thee well, but Jesus loved thee best, 
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! 


Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep, 

But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep, 

Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep; 
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! 

Until the shadows from the earth are cast, 

Until he gathers in his sheaves at last, 

Until the twilight gloom is overpast; 

~ Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! 


Until the Easter glory lights the skies, 

Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, 

And he shall come, but not in lowly guise; 
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! 


Only good-night! beloved, not farewell, 

A little while and all his sons shall dwell, 

In hallowed union indivisible. 
Good-night! Good-night!. Good-night! 


Until we meet again before his throne, 
Clothed in the spotless robes he gives his 
own, | 
Until we know even as we are known, 
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! 


Sarah Doudney 


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A Human Soul 


A human soul went forth into the night, 

Shutting behind it death’s mysterious door, 

And shaking off, with strange resistless 
might, 

The dust that once it wore. 


So swift its flight, so suddenly it sped,— 

As when by skillful hands the bow is bent, 

The arrow flies ——those watching round the 
bed 

Marked not the way it went. 


Heavy with grief, their aching tear-dimmed 
eyes 

Saw but the shadow fall, and knew not when 

Or in what fair and unfamiliar guise 

It left the world of men. 


It broke from sickness, that with iron bands 
Had bound it fast for many a grievous day; 
And love itself, with its restraining hands, 
Might not its course delay. 


Time could not hold it back with fettering 
bars; 

Death lost its power and ceased at last to be. 

It swept beyond the boundary of the stars 

And touched eternity. 


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Out of the house of mourning, faintly lit, 
It passed upon its journey all alone, 

So far not even thought could follow it 
Into those realms unknown. 


Thro’ the clear silence of the moonless dark, 
Leaving no footprint of the road it trod, 
Straight as an arrow cleaving to its mark, 
The soul went home to God. 


“Alas!” they cried, “He never saw the morn, 
But fell asleep out-wearied with the strife.” 
Nay, rather, he arose and met the dawn 

Of everlasting life. 


Reginald Cule 


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Life and Death 


A breath of joy, an hour of pain, 

Dark paths to tread, white heights to gain, 
A little love, a little strife, 

And this is Life. 


_A little rest, a swift new birth, 

A snapping of the bonds of earth, 
A joyous stride, a tingling breath, 
And this is Death. 


For life and death walk hand in hand, 

With never a span between, 

And the same path leads to that Other Land 
Where the sunlit fields are green. 


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Rest 


I lay me down to sleep 
With little care 

Whether my waking find 
Me here or there. 


A bowing, burdened head, 
That only asks to rest, 
Unquestioning, upon 
A loving breast. 


My good right hand forgets 
Its cunning now; | 
To march the weary march 
I know not how. 


I am not eager, bold,— _ 
All that is past; 

I am ready not to do, 
At last, at last.. 


My half- -day’s work is done, 
And this is all my part,— 
To give a patient God 
My patient heart; 


And grasp His banner still, 
Though all the blue be dim; 
These stripes, as well as stars, 

Lead after Him. 


Mary Woolsey Howland 


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The Children Up in Heaven 
“And the streets of the City shall be fuil of 
boys and girls playing in the streets thereof.’— 
Zechariah 8:5. T9nm 


“Oh, what do you think the angels say?” 
said the children up in heaven; 
“There’s a dear little girl coming home today, 
She’s almost ready to fly away 
From the earth we used to live in. 
Let’s go and open the gates of pearl, 
Open them wide tor a new little girl.” 
said the children up in heaven. 
“God wanted her here where His little ones 
meet,” 
said the children up in heaven. 
_ “She shall play with us in the golden street; 
She has grown too fair, she has grown too 
sweet 
For the earth we used to live in; 
She needed the sunshine, this dear little girl, 
That gilds this side of the gates of pearl,” 
said the children up in heaven. 
“Fly with her quickly, O angels, dear!” 
said the children up in heaven; 
“See—she is coming! Look there 
At the jasper light on her sunny hair, 
Where the veiling clouds are riven!” - 
Ah! hush, hush, hush! All the swift wings 
furl! 
For the King himself, at the gates of pearl, 
Is taking her hand, dear, tired little girl, 
And is leading her into heaven. 


Edith Gilling Cherry. 
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In My Father’s House 


No, not cold beneath the grasses, 
Not close-walled within the tomb; 
Rather, in our Father’s mansion, 
Living in another room. 


Living, like the man who loves me, 
Like my child with cheeks abloom, 
Out of sight, at desk or school-book, 
Busy in another room. 


Nearer than my son whom fortune 
Beckons where the strange lands loom; 
Just behind the hanging curtain, 
Serving in another room. 


Shall I doubt my 'Father’s mercy? 
Shall I think of death as doom, 
Or the stepping o’er the threshold 
To a bigger, brighter room? 


Shall I blame my Father’s wisdom? 
Shall I sit enswathed in gloom, 
When I know my loves are happy— 
Waiting, in another room? 


Robert Freeman 


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Prospice 


Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, 
The mist in my face, 
When the snows begin and the blasts denote 
I am nearing the place, 
The power of the night, the press of the. 
storm, 
The post of the foe, 
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible 
form, 
Yet the strong man must go; 
For the journey is done and the summit at- 
tained, 
And the barriers fall, 
Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be 
gained, 
The reward of it all. 


I was ever a fighter, so one fight more, 
The best and the last! 
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, 
and forbore, 
And bade me creep past. 
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my 
peers, 
The heroes of old, 
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s 
arrears, 
Of pain, darkness and cold. 


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For sudden the worst turns the best to the 
brave, 
The black minute’s at end, 
And the elements’ rage, the fiend voices that 
rave, 
Shall dwindle, shall blend, shall change, . 
Shall become first a peace out of pain, 
Then a light, then thy breast, 
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee 
again, A Ph 
And with God be the rest! 


Robert Browning 


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Crossing the Bar. 


Sunset and evening star, 

And one clear call for me, 

And may there be no moaning of the. bar 
When I put out to sea. 


But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 

Too full for sound or foam, 

When that which drew from out the bound- 
less deep, 

Turns again home. 


Twilight and evening bell, 

And after that the dark, 

And may there be no sadness of farewell, 
When I embark. 


For though from out our bourne of time and 
place | 

The flood may bear me far; 

I hope to see my Pilot face to face, 

When I have crossed the bar. 


Alfred Tennyson 


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There Is No Death 


There is no death! the stars go down 
To rise upon some other shore, 

And bright in heaven’s jewelled crown 

They shine forevermore. 


There is no death! the forest leaves 
Convert to life the viewless air; 
The rocks disorganize to feed 
The hungry moss they bear. 


There is no death! the dust we tread 
Shall change, beneath the summer 
showers, 
To golden grain, or mellow fruit, 
Or rainbow-tinted flowers, 


And ever near us though unseen, 
The dear immortal spirits tread, 
For all the boundless universe 
Is life—“there are no dead.” 
Edward Bulwer-Lytton 


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My Creed 


To live as gently as I can; 

To be, no matter where, a man; 
To take what comes of good or ill, 
And cling to faith and honor still; 
To do my best, and let that stand, 
The record of my brain and hand; 
And then, should failure come to me 
Still work and hope for victory. 


To have no secret place wherein 

I stoop unseen to shame or sin; 
To be the same when I’m alone 
As when my every deed is known; 
To live undaunted, unafraid 

Of any step that I have made; 
To be without pretense or sham 
Exactly what men think I am. 


To leave some simple mark behind 
To keep my having lived in mind; 

If enmity to aught I show, 

- To be an honest, generous foe; 

To play my little part, not whine 
That greater honors are not mine. 
This, I believe, is all I need 

For my philosophy and creed. 


Edgar A. Guest. 
(From “A Heap o’ Livin’,” copyright 1916. Reprinted 
by special permission of the publishers, Riley & Lee, 
Chicago.) 


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When Earth’s Last Picture is Painted 


When earth’s last picture is painted 

And the tubes are twisted and dried. 
When the oldest colors have faded, 

And the youngest critic has died, 
We shall rest—and faith, we shall need it— 
Lie down for an aeon or two, 
Till the Master of all Good Workmen 

Shall set us to work anew! | 


And those who are good shall be happy; 
They shall sit in a golden chair; _ 

They shall splash at a ten-league canvas 
With brushes of comet’s hair; 

They shall find real saints to draw from 
Magdalene, Peter and Paul: | 

They shall work for an age at a sitting 
And never grow weary at all! 


And only the Master shall praise them, 
And only the Master shall blame, 
And no one shall work for money, 
And no one shall work for fame, 
But each for the joy of the working, 
And each in his separate star 
Shall draw the thing as he sees it, 
For the God of things as they are. 


Rudyard. Kipling 


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Beyond 


It seemeth such a little way to me, 
Across to that strange country, the beyond; 
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be 
The home of those of whom I am so fond. 
They make it seem familiar and most dear, 
As journeying friends bring distant regions 
near. 


So.close it lies that when my sight is clear 
I think I almost see the gleaming strand, 
I know [I feel those who have gone from here 
Come near enough sometimes to touch my 
hand. 
_ I often think, but for our veiléd eyes, 
We should find heaven right about us lies. 


I cannot make it seem a day to dread, 
When from this dear earth I shall journey 
out 
To that still dearer country of the dead, 
And join the lost ones so long dreamed 
about. 
I love this world, yet shall I love to go 
And meet the friends who wait for me, I 
know. 


I never stand above a bier and see 


The seal of death set on some well-loved 
face 


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But what I think, “One more to welcome me, 

When I shall cross the intervening space, 

Between this land and that one ‘over there;’ 

One more to make the strange beyond seem 
fair.” 


And so for me there is no sting of death, 
And so the grave hath lost its victory. 
It is but crossing with abated breath, 
And white, set face—a little strip of sea, 
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, 
More beautiful, more precious than before. 


Ella Wheeler Wilcox 


(Reprinted by special permission of the publishers, 
W. B. Conkey Co., Hammond, Ind.) 


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Resignation 


There is no flock, however watched and 
tended, 

But one dead lamb is there! 

There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended, 

But has one vacant chair! 


The air is full of farewells to the dying, 
And mournings for the dead! 

The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, 
Will not be comforted! 


Let us be patient! These severe afflictions, 
Not from the ground arise, 

But oftentimes celestial benedictions 
Assume this dark disguise. 


We see but dimly through the mists and 
vapors, 

Amid these earthly damps; 

What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers 

May be heaven’s distant lamps. 


There is no death! What seems so is transi- 
tion: 
This life of mortal breath 
Is but a suburb of the life elysian, 
Whose portal we call death. 
Henry W. Longfellow 


(Reprinted by permission of publishers, Houghton 
Mifflin Co., Boston.) 


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Waiting | 


Serene I fold my hands and wait, 
Nor care for wind or tide or sea; 

I rave no more ’gainst time or fate, » 
For all my own shall come to me. . 


I stay my haste, I make delays,— 
For what avails this eager pace? 
I stand amid the eternal ways; 
And what is mine-shall know my face. 





Asleep—awake—by night or day,— 
The friends I seek are seeking me; 

Nor wind can drive my bark astray, 
Nor change the tide of destiny. - 


What matter if I stand alone? 
I wait with joy the coming years; 
My heart shall reap where it hath sown, 
And gather up its fruit of tears. 


The waters know their own, and draw 

The brook that springs in yonder heights; 
So flows the good: with: equal law 

Unto the soul of pure delights. 


The stars come nightly to the sky, 
The tidal wave comes to the sea; 
Nor time, nor space; nor deep, nor high 
Can keep mine own away from me. 


~ John Burroughs 


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The Abiding Love 


It singeth low in every heart; 
We hear it each and all— 

A song of those who answer not, 
However we may call. 

They throng the silence of the breast, 
We see them as of yore— 

The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet, 
Who walk with us no more. 


‘Tis hard to take the burden up, 
When these have laid it down; 

They brighten all the joys of life, 

_ They soften every frown. , 

But oh, ’tis good to think of them 
When we are troubled sore; 

Thanks be to God that such have been, 
Although they are no more! 


More homelike seems the vast unknown, 
Since they have entered there; 

To follow them were not so hard, 
Wherever they may fare. 

They cannot be where God is not, 
On any sea or shore; 

Whate’er betides, Thy love abides, 
Our God forevermore. 


John W. Chadwick 


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Emancipation 


Why be afraid of Death, as though your life 
were breath? 

Death but anoints your eyes with clay. O 
glad surprise! 


Why should you be forlorn? Death only husks 
the corn. 

Why should you fear to meet the thresher of 
the wheat? 


Is sleep a thing to dread? Yet sleeping, you 
are dead 

Till you awake and rise, here or beyond the 
skies. 


Why should it be a wrench to leave your 
wooden bench, 

Why not with happy shout run home when 
school is out? 


The dear ones left behind! O foolish one and 
blind. 

A day—and you will meet—a night—and you 
will greet! 


This is the death of Death, to breathe away 
a breath 

And know the end of strife, and taste the 
deathless life, 


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And joy without a fear, and smile without a 
tear, 
And work, nor care to rest, and find the last 
the best. 
Maltbie D. Babcock 


(From “Thoughts for Every-Day Living”; Copyright 
1901 by Charles Scribner's Sons. By permission of the 
publishers.) . 


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“In Memoriam” 


O yet we trust that somehow good 
Will be the final goal of ill, 
To pangs of nature, sins of will 
Defects of doubt and taints of blood; 


That nothing walks with aimless feet, 
That not one life will be destroyed, 
Or cast as rubbish to the void 
When God hath made the pile complete. 


So runs my dream: But what am I? 
An infant crying in the night, 

An infant crying for the light: 
And with no language but a cry. 


I falter where I firmly trod, 
And falling with my weight of cares 
Upon the world’s great altar-stairs, 
That slope thro’ darkness up to God, 


I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, 
And gather chaff and dust and call 
To what I feel is Lord of all 
And faintly trust the larger hope. 


My own dim life should teach me this 
That life shall live forever more, 

Else earth is darkness at the core, 
And dust and ashes all that is. 


I hold it true whate’er befall; 
I feel it when I sorrow most, 
"Tis better to have loved and lost, 
Than never to have loved at all. 
Alfred Tennyson 


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2 EEA av eneee D Tsatoree Git ha OC A a OE I 


Christ the Comforter 





Beside the dead I knelt for prayer, 
And felt a presence as I prayed, 
Lo! It was Jesus standing there. 
He smiled: “Be not afraid!” 


“Lord, Thou hast conquered death we know, | 
Restore again to life,” I said, 
“This one who died an hour ago.” 
He smiled: “She is not dead!” 


“Asleep then, as Thyself didst say; 
Yet Thou canst lift the eyes that keep 
Her prisoned eyes from ours away!” 
He smiled: “She doth not sleep!” 


“Oh then, tho haply she do wake, 
And look upon some fairer dawn, 
Restore her to our hearts that ache!” 
He smiled: “She is not gone!” 


“Alas! too well we know our loss, 
Nor hope again our joy to touch, 
Until the stream of death we cross!” 
He smiled: “There is no such!” 
“Yet our belovéd seem so far, ‘ 
The while we yearn to feel them near, 
Albeit with Thee we trust they are.” 
He smiled: “And I am here!” 


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“Dear Lord, how shall we know that they 
Still walk unseen with us and Thee, 


Nor sleep, nor wander far away?” 
He smiled: “Abide in Me!” 


Rossiter W. Raymond 


(From “Christus Consolator.”’ Reprinted by permis- 
sion of the publishers, Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New 
York.) 


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Absence 


What shall I do with all the days and hours, 
That must be counted ere I see thy face? 
How shall I charm the interval that lowers 
Between this time and that sweet time of 
grace? 


Shall I in slumber steep each weary sense— 
Weary with longing? Shall I flee away 
Into past days, and with some fond pretence 
Cheat myself to forget the present day? 


Shall love for thee lay on my soul the sin 
Of casting from me God’s great gift of time? 

Shall I, these mists of memory locked within, 
Leave and forget life’s purposes sublime? 


Oh, how, by what means may I contrive 
To bring the hour that brings thee back 
more near? 
How may I teach my drooping hope to live 
Until that blessed time and thou art here? 


I'll tell thee; for thy sake I will lay hold 
Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee, 
In worthy deeds each moment that is told 
While thou, beloved one, are far from me. 


For thee I will arouse my thoughts to try 
All heavenward flights, all high and holy 
strains; 


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For thy dear sake, I will walk patiently 
Through these long hours, nor call their 
minutes pains, 


I will this dreary blank of absence make 
A noble task-time; and will therein strive 
To follow excellence, and to o’ertake 
More good than I have won, since yet I 
live, 


So may this dooméd time build up in me 
A thousand graces, which shall thus be 
thine; } 
So may my love and longing hallowed be, 
And thy dear thought an influence divine. 


Frances Anne Kemble 


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Over the River 


Over the river they beckon to me— 

Loved ones who’ve crossed to the farther side; 

The gleam of their snowy robes I see, 

But their voices are drowned in the rushing 
tide. 

There’s one with ringlets of sunny gold, 

And eyes the reflection of heaven’s own blue; 

He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold, 

And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. 

We saw not the angels who met him there; 

The gates of the city we could not see; 

Over the river, over the river, 

My brother stands waiting to welcome me! 


Over the river the boatman pale 

Carried another, the household pet: 

Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale— 
Darling Minnie! I see her yet. 

She crossed on her bosom ‘her dimpled hands, 
ind fearlessly entered the phantom bark; 
We watched it glide from the silver sands, 
And all our sunshine grew strangely dark. 
We know she is safe on the farther side, 
Where all the ransomed and angels be; 
Over the river, the mystic river, 

My childhood’s idol is waiting for me. 


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For none return from those quiet shores 

Who cross with the boatman cold and pale; 

We hear the dip of the golden oars, 

And catch a gleam of the snowy sail— 

And lo! they have passed from our yearning 
heart, 

They cross the stream and are gone for aye; 

We may not sunder the veil apart, 

That hides from our vision the gates of day. 

We only know that their barks no more 

May sail with us o’er life’s stormy sea; 

Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore, 

They watch, and beckon, and wait for me. 


And I sit and think, when the sunset’s gold 

Is flushing river, and hill, and shore, 

I shall one day stand by the water cold, 

And list for the sound of the boatman’s oar; 
I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail; 
I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand; 

I shall pass from sight, with the boatman pale, 
To the better shore of the spirit land; 

I shall know the loved who have gone before, 
And joyfully sweet will the meeting be, 
When over the river, the peaceful river, 

The angel of Death shall carry me. 


Nancy A. W. Priest 


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Sometime 


Sometime when all life’s lessons have been 
learned 

And sun and stars forevermore have set, 

The things which our weak judgments here 
have spurned, 

The things o’er which we grieved with lashes 
wet 

Will flash before us out of life’s dark night, 

As stars shine most in deepest tints of blue; 

And we shall see how all God’s plans are 
right, 

And how what seemed reproof was love most 
true. 


And we shall see how, while we frown and 
sigh, 

God’s plans go on as best for you and me; 

How, when we called, He heeded not our cry, 

Because His wisdom to the end could see. 

And e’en as prudent parents disallow 

Too much of sweet to craving babyhood, 

So God, perhaps is keeping from us now 

Life’s sweetest things because it seemeth 
good. 


And if sometimes commingled with life’s wine 
We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink, 
Be sure a wiser Hand than yours or mine © 
Pours out the potion for our lips to drink; 


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And if some friend we love is lying low, 
Where human kisses cannot reach his face, 
Oh, do not blame the loving Father so, 
But wear your sorrow with obedient grace! 


And you shall shortly know that lengthened 
breath 

Is not the sweetest gift God sends His friend, 

And that sometimes the sable pall of death 

Conceals the fairest boon His love can send. 

If we could push ajar the gates of life, 

And stand within and all God’s workings see, 

We could interpret all this doubt and strife 

And for each mystery could find a key. 


But not today. Then be content poor heart: 
God’s plans like lilies pure and white unfold, 
We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, 
Time will reveal the calyxes of gold, 

And if through patient toil we reach the land, 
When tired feet with sandals loosed, may rest, 
When we shall clearly know and understand 
I think that we shall say “God knew the best!” 


May Riley Smith 


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He Careth 


What can it mean? Is it aught to Him 
That the nights are long and the days are dim? 
Can He be touched by the griefs I bear, 
Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair? 
Around His throne are eternal calms, 

And strong, glad music of happy psalms, 

And bliss unruffled by any strife. 

How can He care for my little life? 


And yet I want Him to care for me 

While I live in this world where the sorrows 
be. 

When the lights die down from the path I 

| take, 

When strength is feeble and friends forsake, 

When love and music, that once did bless, 

Have left me to silence and loneliness, 

And my life-song changes to sobbing prayers, 

Then my heart cries out for a God who cares. 


When shadows hang o’er me the whole day 
long, 

And my spirit is bowed with shame and 
wrong; 

When I am not good, and the deeper shade 

Of conscious sin makes my heart afraid, 

And the busy world has too much to do 

To stay in its course to help me through, 

And I long for a Saviour—can it be 

That the God of the universe cares for me? 


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Oh, wonderful story of deathless love; 
Each child is dear to that Heart above. 
He fights for me when I cannot fight, 

He comforts me in the gloom of night, 

He lifts the burden, for He is strong, 

He stills the sigh and awakes the song; 
The sorrow that bows me down He bears, 
And loves and pardons, because He cares. 


Let all who are sad take heart again; 

We are not alone in our hours of pain; 
Our Father stoops from His throne above 
To sooth and quiet us with His love. 

He leaves us not when the storm is high, 
And we have safety, for He is nigh. 

Can it be trouble that He doth share? 
Oh, rest in peace, for the Lord doth care! 


Susan Coolidge 


(Copyright by Little, Brown & Co., Boston. Reprinted 
by permission.) 


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The House by the Side of the Road 


There are hermit souls that live withdrawn 
In the peace of their self-content; 

There are souls life stars, that dwell apart, 
In a fellowless firmament; 

There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths _ 
Where the highways never ran; 

But let me live by the side of the road, 
And be a friend to man. 


Let me live in a house by the side of the 
road 
Where the race of men go by— 
The men who are good, and the men who are 
bad 
As good and as bad as J. 
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat, 
Or hurl the cynic’s ban; 
Let me live in a house by the side of the road 
And be a friend to man. 


I see from my house by the side of the road— 
By the side of the highway of life, 
The men who press with the ardor of hope, 
The men who are faint with strife. 
But I turn not away from their smiles or 
their tears— 
Both are parts of an infinite plan; 
Let me live in a house by the side of the 
road 
And be a friend to man. 


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I know there are brook-gladdened meadows 
ahead; 
And mountains of wearisome height; 
That the road passes on through the long 
afternoon, 
And stretches away to the night. 

But still I rejoice when the trav’lers rejoice, 
And weep with the strangers that moan, 
Nor live in my house by the side of the road 

Like a man who dwells alone. 


Let me live in my house by the side of the 
road, 
Where the race of men go by— 
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, 
they are strong, 
Wise, foolish,—and so am I. 
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat, 
Or hurl the cynic’s ban? 
Let me live in a house by the side of the 
road, 
And be a friend to man. 


Sam Walter Foss 


(From “Dreams in Homespun.” Reprinted by special 
permission of the publishers, Lothrop, Lee & Shepard 
‘Co., Boston.) 


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The Eternal Goodness 


Within the maddening maze of things 
And toss’d by storm and flood, | 
To one fixed trust my spirit clings, 

I know that God is good. 


I know not what the future hath 
Of marvel or surprise; 

Assured alone that life and death 
His mercy underlies. 


And so beside the silent sea 
I wait the muffled oar; 

_ No harm from Him can come to me 
On ocean or on shore. 


I know not where His islands lift 
Their fronded palms in air, : 
I only know I cannot drift 

Beyond His love and care. 


And Thou, O Lord, by whom are seen 
Thy creatures as they be, 


Forgive me if too close | lean 
My human heart on Thee. 


John Greenleaf Whittier 


(Reprinted by permission of publishers, Houghton 
Mifflin Co., Boston.) 


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“O, Rare, Sweet Soul” 


O rare, sweet soul, so early passed beyond, 
What sights are to thy ‘raptured vision 
given? 
What fruits supernal of thy hopes so fond 
Are thine in that far country we call 
heaven? 


How fares it with thee now? ’Tis but a day 
Since in these earthly ways thou too didst 
tread ; u 
Now, sudden, thou hast gone so far away 
We cannot reach thee. Whither art thou 
fled? 


Hast thou forgotten all thou here didst love? 
The flowers of spring, the thrush’s mellow 
song? 
Is there no tender, yearning thought above 
For those whose lives were bound with 
thine so long? 


O strange, deep mystery! Sudden from our 
sight 
Thou passest like a shadow—all in vain 
Our questionings and our grief; for us the 
night, 
For thee the day where suns unsetting 
shine. 
Luella Clark 


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A New Thanksgiving 


In counting all the precious boons 

For which the grateful feast is spread, 
O let us not forget that chief 

Among our treasures are our dead. 


Let us give thanks that they have lived 
And on our lives such radiance poured, 
That with the sunshine of the past 
Our later, lonelier years are stored. 


And that removed from longer share 

- In these brief festivals of earth, 

We feel their living presence still, 
The angels of our home and hearth. 


A light surpassing sun or star, 

A breath more sweet than Bursting flowers, 
The ministry of souls beloved, 

Gone hence, and yet forever ours. 


O Father! let our dearest thanks 
Be for the feast immortal said, 

That death has set heaven’s lamps aflame, 
And Thou art nearer through our dead. 


Frances L. Mace 


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The Faces of Our Dead 


The faces of our dead ones lie below 
The Face of God; 

Withdrawn from this world’s weariness, 

Beyond its pain, beyond its bitter stress, 
They are at peace. 


The noises of this Earth-life may not break 
That wondrous peace; 

It lies deep-folded in the eternal place, 

Beyond the power of wrong, above the trace 
Of doubt or fear. 


They see the Face of God and know at last 
The thing they sought, 


But could not find in this grey light of time,. 


They tread with holy feet that far off clime, 
They live with God. 


And we who follow 'them are not forgot; 
They know our life. 
The memory of years once lived in this our 
land, 
Where we still toil with weary feet and hands, 
Is sacred still. | 


It cannot ever be to them a dream all vague; 
They are with Christ, | 
And Christ may not forget the earth He 
saved, 
The floods of that strange mortal life that 
laved 
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They are with Christ, and still o’er us they 
bend, ; 
And watch with Him. 
O, not with fear they look, nor anguished 
face,— 
There is no fear in Heaven, in that high 
place 
Of peace and rest. : 
They hear our prayers, they watch our daily 
course 
With sweet high look, | 
They gaze on us, and on that Wondrous Face 
Whose eyes are truth, Whose fashioned grace 
Is like to God. 
And we are found in Him, and seen through 
Him, 
And all is well. | 
We may not faint or fall; we catch their 
faith, 
We know they hear, for aye, the words He 
saith, 
Who leadeth them. 
And evermore in solemn silent hours 
We feel them near; 
Our dead ones come again with healing hands 
And walk with us along these lower lands, 
Gentle, serene; 
Till all the trouble of this human life 
Is drawn away, 
And all our weakness seems to pass and die, 
In Him, Whose life we live, and they on high 
Whose life is peace. 


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“What If Some Morning” 


What if some morning when the stars were 


paling, 

And the dawn whitened and the East was 
clear, 

Strange peace and rest fell on me from the 
presence 


Of a benignant Spirit standing near; 


And I should tell him as he stood beside me, 

This is our Earth—most friendly and most 
fair; 

Daily its sea and shore through sun and 
shadow 

Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air; 


“There is blest living here, loving and serv- 


ing, 

And quest of truth and serene friendship 
dear: 

But stay not, Spirit! Earth has one de- 
stroyer— 

His name is Death: flee, lest he find thee 
here!” . 


And what if, then, while still the morning 
brightened, 

And freshened in the elm the summer’s 
breath, 

Should gravely smile on me, the gentle angel, 

And take my hand, arid say, “My name is 
Death.” 

Edward Rowland Sill 


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My Ain Countree 


I am far frae my hame, an’ I’m weary aften- 
whiles, 

For the langed- -for hame-bringing an’ my 
Father’s welcome smiles; 

I’ll ne’er be fu’ content, until mine een do 
see 

The shining gates 0’ heaven an’ my ain coun- 
tree. 

The earth is fleck’d wi’ flowers, mony-tinted, 
fresh an’ gay, 

The birdies warble blithely, for my Father 
made them sae; 

But these sights an’ these soun’s will as nae- 
thing be to me, | 

When I hear the angels singing in my ain 

countree. 


I’ve His gude word o’ promise that some glad- 
some day, the King 

To His ain royal palace His banished hame 
will bring; 

Wi’ een an’ wi’ hearts running owre, we shall 
see 

The King in His beauty, in our ain countree. 

My sins hae been mony, an’ my sorrows hae 
been sair, 

But there they’ll never vex me, nor be re- 
membered mair; 

His bluid has made me white,—His hand shall 
dry mine e’e, 

When he brings me hame at last, to mine ain 
countree. 


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Sae. little noo I ken, o’ yon blessed bonnie 
place, 

I ainly ken its Hame, aie we shall see His 
face; 

It wad surely be eneuch for ever mair to be 

In the glory o’ His presence in our ain coun- 
cLee; 

Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its 
nest, 

I wad fain be ganging noo, unto my Saviour’ S 
breast, 

For He gathers in His ‘ee witless, worth- 
less lambs like me, 

An carries them Himsel’, to His ain countree. 


He’s faithful’ that hath promised, He’ll surely 
come again, 

He'll keep His tryst wi’ me, at what hour I 
dinna ken; 

But He bids me still to wait, an’ ready aye to 
be, 

To gang at ony moment to my ain countree. 

So I’m watching aye, and singing o’ my hame 
as I wait, 

For the soun’ing of His footta’ this side the 
gowden gate, 

God gie His grace to ilka ane tes listens noo 
to ne) 

That we a’ may gang in aa dries to our ain 

- countree. 
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Nightfall 
(From “Bees in Amber’) 


Fold up the tent! 
The sun is in the West. 
To-morrow my untented soul will range 
Among the blest. 
And I am well content, 
For what is sent, is sent, 
And God knows best. 


Fold up the tent, 
And speed the parting guest! 
The night draws on, though night and day 
are one 
On this long quest. 
This house was only lent 
For my apprenticement— 
What is, is best. 


Fold up the tent! 
Its slack ropes all undone, 
Its pole all broken, and its cover rent,— 
Its work is done. 
But mine—tho’ spoiled and spent 
Mine earthly tenement— 
Is but begun. 


Fold up the tent! 

Its tenant would be gone, 

To fairer skies than mortal eyes 
May look upon. 


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All that I loved has passed, 
And left me at the last 
Alone !—Alone! 


Fold up the tent! 
Above the mountain’s crest, 


I hear a clear voice calling, calling clear,— 
“To rest! To rest!” 

And I am glad to go, 

For the lamp burns low, 

And rest is best! 


John Oxenham. 


(Reprinted by permission of The American Tract So- 
ciety, New York, publishers.) 


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Death 


We are too stupid about death. We will not 
learn 

How it is wages paid to those who earn, 

How it is the gift for which on earth we yearn, 

To be set free from bondage to the flesh; 

How it is turning seed-corn into grain, 

How it is winning Heaven’s eternal gain, 

How it means freedom evermore from pain, 

How it untangles every mortal mesh. 


We are so selfish about death. We count our 
grief 

Far more than we consider their relief, 

~ When the great Reaper gathers in the sheaf, 

No more to know the season’s constant 
change; | 

And we forget that it means only life, 

Life with all joy, peace, rest and glory rife, 

The victory won, and ended all! the strife, 

And Heaven no longer far away or strange. 


Their Lent is over, and their Easter won, 
Waiting till over paradise the sun 

Shall rise in majesty, and life begun 

Shall grow in glory, as the perfect day 
Moves on, to hold its endless, deathless sway. 


William C. Doane 


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Recompense 


We are quite sure, 

That He will give them back, 
Bright, pure, and beautiful. 

We know He will but keep 
Our own and His until we fall asleep. 
We know He does not mean 

To break the strands reaching between 
The Here and There, 

He does not mean,—the Heavens be fair,— 
To change the spirits entering there, 
That they forget 

The eyes upraised and wet, 

The lips too still for prayer, 
The mute despair. 

He will not take the spirits which He gave, 
And make the glorified so new 

That they are lost to me and you. 


I do believe they will receive us, 
You and me, and be so glad, 

To meet us, that when most I would grow sad, 
I just begin to think about 
That gladness and the day 

When they shall tell us all about the way 
That they have learned to go, 
Heaven’s pathway show. 


My best, my own and I, 
Shall have so much to see together, by and 
by, 
I do believe that just the same sweet face, 


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But glorified, is waiting in the place, 
Where we shall meet, if only I 
Am counted worthy in that by and by. 
I do believe that God will give a sweet sur- 
prise . 
To tear-stained saddened eyes, 
And that His Heaven will be 
Most glad, most tided thro’ with joy for you 
and me. | 


As we have suffered most, 
God never made 
Spirit for spirit, answering shade for shade, 
And placed them side by side | 
So wrought in one, though separate, mysti- 
fied, 
And meant to break the quivering threads 
between. 
When we shall wake, 
I am quite sure we will be very glad, 
That for a little while we were so sad. 


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On the Death of an Aged Friend 


You are not dead—Life has but set you free! 

Your years of life were like a lovely song, 

The last sweet poignant notes of which, held 
long, 

Passed into silence while we listened, we 

Who loved you, listened still expectantly! 

And we about you whom you moved among 

Would feel that grief for you were surely 
wrong— 

You have but passed beyond where we can 
see. 


For us who knew you, dread of age is past! 

You took life, tiptoe, to the very last; 

It never lost for you its lovely look; 

You kept your interest in its thrilling ‘book; 

To you, Death came, no conqueror, in the 

end— 

You merely smiled to greet another friend! 

Roselle Mercier Montgomery 


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Still, Still With Thee 


Still, still with Thee, when purple morning 


breaketh, 
_ When the bird waketh, and the shadows 
flee ; 
Fairer than morning, lovelier than. the day- 
‘Ljlight 
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with 
Thee. 


Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, 
The solemn hush of nature newly born; 
Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, 
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 


As in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean, 
The image of the morning-star doth rest, 

So in this stillness, Thou beholdest only 
Thine image in the waters of my breast. 


Still, still with Thee! As to each newborn 
morning 

A fresh and solemn splendor still is given, 

So does this blessed consciousness, awaking, 

Breathe each day nearness unto Thee and 
heaven. 


When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to 


slumber, 
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Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o’er- 
shading, 
But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee 
there. 


So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, 
When the soul waketh, and life’s shadows 
flee ; 
O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, 
Shall rise the glorious thought—I am with 
Thee. 
Harriet Beecher Stowe 


(Reprinted by permission of publishers, Houghton 
Mifflin Co., Boston.) 


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“We Know Not Where They Tarry” 


We know not where they tarry who have 
died; 
The gate wherein they entered is made fast, 
No living mortal hath seen one who passed 
Hither, from out the darkness deep and 
wide. 
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have 
cried: 
“Behold the butterfly, the seed that’s cast!” 
- Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the 
blast! | 
What man can look on Death unterrified >— 
Who love can never die! They are part 
Of all that lives beneath the summer sky; 
With the world’s living soul their souls are 
one; 
Nor shall they in vast nature be undone 
And lost in the general life. Each separate 
heart 
Shall live, and find its own, and never die. 


Richard Watson Gilder 


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“Be Still and Strong” 


Methinks we do as fretful children do, 

Leaning their faces on the window pane 

To sigh the glass dim with their own breath’s 
stain, 

And shut the sky and landscape from their 
view } : 

And thus, alas! since God the Maker drew 

A mystic separation ’twixt those twain— 

The life beyond us and our soul in pain—. 

We miss the prospect which we are called 
unto 

By grief we are fools to use. Be still and 
strong, 

O man, my brother; hold thy sobbing breath, 

And keep thy soul’s large window pure from 
wrong, 

That so, as, life’s appointment issueth, 

Thy vision may be clear to watch along 

The sunset consummation-lights of death. 


Elizabeth Barrett Browning 


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“Say Not Good Night” 


Life! I know not what thou art, 
But know that thou and I must part; 
And when, or how, or where we met 

I own to me is quite a secret yet. 


Life! We’ve been long together 
Through pleasant and through cloudy wea- 
7 - ther; 
’Tis hard to part when friends are dear— 
Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear: 
Then steal away, give little warning, 
Choose thine own time; 
Say not Good Night,—but in some brighter 
clime. 
Bid me Good Morning. 


A. L. Barbauld 


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Now the Laborer’s Task is O’er 


Now the laborer’s task is o’er; 
Now the battle day is past; 
Now upon the farther shore, 

Lands the voyager at last. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 


There the tears of earth are dried;. 
There its hidden things are clear; 
There the work of life is tried 

By a juster Judge than here. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 


There the penitents that turn 
To the cross their dying eyes 
All the love of Jesus learn, 
At His feet in Paradise. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 


Now we lift our tear-dimmed eyes 
To the smiling skies above, 
And we know our dear one lies 

In the bosom of Thy love. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 


J. Ellerton 


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The Pillar in the Temple 


Crowned Son of God! Behold, Thy friend 
Departs from us, to bide with Thee, 

Trusting Thy word, that to the end 
Where’er Thou art, Thine own shall be. 


And by Thy promise sure, we know 
That he on whom we leaned in love 
Shall stand, as in Thy Church below, 

A pillar, in Thy Church above! 


A pillar, always in its place, 
Steadfast and strong, and true of line, 
Firm-founded in Thy changeless grace, 
High-towering to Thy full design! 


Of these Thy pillars, Thou didst say 

O Christ, Thou wouldest write on them 
The name of God, to shine alway, 

And of His New Jerusalem. 


Yet these were no inscriptions new— 
Only a record simply fit; 

For on this pillar’s shaft, these two, 
Thou knowest were already writ. 


But Thou hast promised more than this :— 
O vision beyond earthly sight! 

O mystery of consummate bliss !— 
Thine own new name thereon to write! 


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And in Thy Temple we shall view 
Our brother strong, who overcame, 

Bearing, above all names we knew, 
The glory of Thine own New Name! 


It shall be whispered in his ear— 
That glad new name of love and rest; 
Then chanted through the heavenly sphere :— 
Then blazoned on his happy breast! 


—Rossiter W. Raymond. 


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Good Night 


A quaint old book or two to read, 
A merry verse or two to write, 

A humble prayer or two to plead, 
And then—good night. 


A laugh or two at well-worn jokes, 
A song or two in grief’s despite, 

A loving cup with friendly folks, 
And then—good night. 


Little I ask, and I would share 
That little with an honest friend, 
And blithely my small burdens bear 
Unto the end. 


I’ve had my day, nor do I fret 
Now fate turns off my feeble light. 
God bless you all who linger yet— 
Good night, good night. 


—From the British Weekly. 


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Mother 


True heart and wise, that with Love’s key 
Didst open all life’s mystery 

And buy life’s treasure at the price 

Of Love’s perpetual sacrifice! 


The peace that Love finds hid in care; 
The strength that love-borne burdens bear; 
The hope that stands with love and faith 
Serenely facing life and death! 


The blessing that in blessing lies— 

These didst thou know, true heart and wise! 
Now God hath added, last and _ best, 

The sudden, glad surprise of rest! 


—Rossiter W. Raymond. 


Yet Love Will Dream 


Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust 
(Since he who knows our need is just) 
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. 
Alas for him who never sees 

The stars shine through his cypress trees! 
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, 

Nor looks to see the breaking day 

Across the mournful marbles play! 

Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, 
The truth to flesh and sense unknown, 
That Life is ever Lord of Death, 

And Love can never lose it own! 


John Greenleaf Whittier. 


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“Deep Unto Deep” 


Thou knowest, Lord, how well we loved 
The dear one lying now asleep, 

And how we cried, “O spare him, Lord,” 
And how deep calleth unto: deep. 


Our nights are dark, our days are lone, 
Tasteless the wine of life has turned, 

Cheerless the hearth, and cold the stone 
Where once the fires of friendship burned. 


Now let us see the Other Side 
Where angels welcome the new-born, 
And fondly trust, whate’er betide, 
That we shall meet again at morn! 


Charles Carroll Albertson. 


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Che Immurtal Hope ax Cherished by Sone 
nf the Waorli’s Great Thinkers 


Here is this wonderful thought (of immor- 
tality). But whence came it? Who put it 
in the mind? It was not I, it was not you; 
it is elemental—belongs to thought and vir- 
tue, and whenever we have either, we see the 
beams of this light. When the Master of the 
universe has points to carry in his govern- 
ment, he impresses his will in the structure of 
minds. . 

.. . Wherever man ripens, this audacious be- 
lief presently appears. . . . As soon as thought 
is exercised, this belief is inevitable; as soon 
as virtue glows, this belief confirms itself, It 
is a kind of summary or completion of man 
. . « The doctrine is not sentimental, but is 
grounded in the necessities and forces we 
possess. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson 


...I sincerely hope that my father may yet 
recover his health, but at all events, tell him 
to remember to call upon and confide in our 
great and good merciful Maker, who will not 
turn away irom him in any extremity. 

... say to him that if we could meet now it 
is doubtful whether it would not be more 
painful than pleasant; but that if it be his 
lot to go now, he will soon have a joyous 
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fore, and where the rest of us, through the 
help of God, hope ere long to join them. 


Abraham Lincoln 


While I must say with the great apostle, 
“Tt doth not yet appear what we shall be,” 
I hold as well to the faith that ...I shall pass 
out of one room in the many mansions into 
another, and what treasure in the heavens 
was mine here, will be mine there, while that 
which is to come will not seem so much an- 
other life as the ripeness and perfecting of 
this life that now is. 

Robert Collyer 


With respect to immortality, nothing shows 
me (so clearly) how strong and almost in- 
stinctive a belief it is, as the consideration 
of the view now held by most physicists, 
namely that the sun with all the planets will 
in time grow too cold for life... . Believing 
as I do that man in the distant future will be 
a far more perfect creature than he now is, 
it is an intolerable thought that he and other 
sentient beings are doomed to complete an- 
nihilation after such long-continued slow 
process. 

Charles Darwin 


Man is a duality, consisting of an organized 
spiritual form, evolved coincidently with and 
permeating the physical body, and having 


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corresponding organs and development. Death 
is the separation of this duality, and effects 
no change in the spirit, morally or intellect- 
ually. Progressive evolution of the intellec- 
tual and moral nature is the destiny of in- 
dividuals; the knowledge, attainments, and 
experience of earth-life forming the basis of 
spirit-life. 
Alfred Russel Wallace 


For my own part, therefore, I believe in 
the immortality of the soul, not in the sense 
in which I accept the demonstrable truths of 
science, but as a supreme act of faith in the 
reasonableness of God’s work. . . . Sucha 
crown of wonder seems to me no more than 
the fit climax to a creative work that has 
been, ineffably beautiful and marvellous in 
all its myriad stages. 


John Fiske 


Out of death comes the view of the life be- 
yond the grave. . . . Though death be repug- 
nant to the flesh, yet where the Spirit is given, 
to die is gain. What a wonderful transition 
it is! 

Michael Faraday 


. . What then is the meaning of life? . . . 
To me it seems intelligible only as the avenue 
and vestibule to another life. Its facts seem 
explainable only upon a theory which cannot 


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be expressed but in myth and symbol, and 
which, everywhere and at all times, the myths 
and symbols in which men have tried to por- 
tray their deepest perceptions, do in some 
form express. . . . Shall we say that what 
passes from our sight passes into oblivion? 
No: not into oblivion. Far, far beyond our 
ken the eternal laws must hold their sway. 
The hope that rises is the heart of all re- 
ligions! The poets have sung it, the seers 
have told it, and in it: deepest pulses the 
heart of man throbs responsive to its truth. 


Henry George 


_ Qn the question before us (immortality) 
wide and far your hearts will range from those 
early days when matins and evensong, cven- 
song and matins sang the larger hope of hu- 
manity into your souls.... You will wander 
through all phases, to come at last, I trust, to 
the opinion of Cicero, who had rather be mis- 
taken with Plato than be in the right with 
those who deny altogether the life after death; 
and this is my own confessio fidei. 


Sir William Osler 


... We rejoice that in the hours of our purer 
vision, when the pulse throb of eternity is 
strong within us, we know that no pang of 
mortality can reach our unconquerable soul, 
and that ... death is but the gateway to life 
Gtoriar 2". 

Walter Rauschenbusch 


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. . . The Infinite Power of Love that has 
grounded a new spontaneous nature in man 
over against a dark and hostile world, will 
conserve such a new nature and its spiritual 
nucleus, and shelter it against all perils and 
assaults, so that life as the bearer of Life 
Eternal can never be wholly lost in the stream 
of time. -Thus we obtain ... belief in im- 
mortality—conviction of the indestructibility 
of that spiritual unity of life in man, which is 
the work of God. And it is from such a con- 
ception that the conviction of the eternity of 
the Divine Life proceeds—a conviction which 
gives man a trust in the preservation in some 
kind of way of the spiritual nucleus of his na- 


Rudolph Eucken 


... I build my belief in immortality on the 
conviction that the fundamental reality of the 
universe is consciousness, and that no con- 
sciousness can ever be extinguished, for it be- 
longs to the whole and must be fulfilled in 
the whole. The one unthinkable supposi- 
tion from this point of view is that any kind 
of being which has ever became aware of it- 
self, that is, has ever contained a ray of the 
eternal consciousness, can perish. 


Reginald J. Campbell 


. .. No man in those hours when he is intel- 
lectually and spiritually at his best can con- 


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sent, without violence to his profoundest in- 
stincts, to believe in a world that loses all its 
gains, a world in which nothing that we have 
willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall ex- 
ist. Without some form of personal per- 
manence that issue to the cosmic process 
seems inevitable. 


... The man who lives as though he were im- 
mortal lives in a universe where the highest 
spiritual values are permanent, outlasting the 
growth and dissolution of the stars; where 
personality, whether in himself or others, is 
infinitely precious and has everlasting issues; 
where character is the supreme concern of 
life, in behalf of which all else may reason- 
ably be sacrificed; where no social service 
ever can be vain, if it registers itself in even 
one man made better, and where, in all public- 
minded devotion to moral causes on the earth, 
we are not digging artifical lakes to be filled 
by our own buckets, in hopeless contest with 
an alien universe, but rather building chan- 
nels down which the eternal spiritual purpose 
of the living God shall flow to its “far off 
divine event.” 


...Death is a great adventure, but none need 
go unconvinced that there is an issue to it. 
The man of faith may face it as Columbus 
faced his first voyage from the shores of 
Spain. What lies across the sea he cannot 
tell; his special expectations all may be mis- 
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ings of present facts may persuade him be- 
yond doubt that the sea has another shore. 
Such confident faith, so founded upon reason- 
able grounds, shall be turned to sight, when for 
all the dismay of the unbelieving, the hope of 
the seers is rewarded by the vision of a new 
continent. 
Harry Emerson Fosdick 


I was not aware of the moment when I 
first crossed the threshold of this life. 

What was the power that made me open 
out into this vast mystery like a bud in the 
forest at midnight! 

When in the morning I looked upon the 
light I felt in a moment that I was no strang- 
er in their world, that the inscrutable without 
name and form had taken me in its arms in 
the form of my own mother. 

Even so, in death, the same unknown will 
appear as even known to me. And because 
I love this life, I know I shall love death as 
well. 

The child cries out when from the right 
breast the mother takes it away, in the very 
next moment to find in the left one its consol- 
ation. 

Rabindranath Tagore 


Heaven Our Home 


It cannot be that earth is man’s only abid- 
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bubble, cast up by the ocean of eternity to 
float for one brief moment upon the surface, 
and then sink into nothingness and darkness 
forever. Else why is it that the high and 
glorious aspirations, which leap like angels 
from the temples of our hearts, are forever 
wandering abroad unsatisfied? Why is it 
that the rainbow and the cloud come over us 
with a beauty that is not of earth, and then 
pass off and leave us to muse on their faded 
loveliness? Why is it that the stars which 
hold their festival around the midnight throne 
are set above the grasp of our limited facul- 
ties, and are forever mocking us with their 
unapproachable glory? Finally, why is it 
that the bright forms of human beauty are 
presented to the view, and then taken from us, 
leaving the thousand streams of affections to 
flow back in an Alpine torrent upon our hearts? 

We are born for a higher destiny than that 
of earth. ‘There is a realm where the rainbow 
never fades; where the stars will be spread 
out before us like the islands that slumber on 
the ocean; and where the beautiful beings 
that here pass before us like visions will stay 
in our presence forever. 


George D. Prentice 


Shortly before his death, the Rev. Robert 
J. Burdette wrote a personal letter to the 
editor of an Eastern paper, in which he said: 

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rim of the blue Pacific, and there is no mys- 
tery beyond the horizon line, because I know 
what there is over there. I have been there. 
I have journeyed in those lands. Over there 
where the sun is just sinking is Japan. That 
Star is rising over China. In that direction lie 
the Philippines. I know all that. Well, there, 
is another land that I look toward as I watch 
the sunset. I have never seen it. I have 
never seen any one who has been there, but 
it has a more abiding reality than any of these 
lands which I do know. This land beyond the 
sunset—this land of immortality, this fair and 
blessed country of the soul—why, this heaven 
of ours is the one thing in the world which I 
know with absolute, unshaken, unchangeable 
certainty. This I know with a knowledge 
that is never shadowed by a passing cloud of 
doubt. I may not always be certain about 
this world; my geographical locations may 
sometimes become confused, but the other 
world—that I know. And as the afternoon 
sun sinks lower, faith shines more clearly and 
hope, lifting her voice in a higher key, sings 
the songs of fruition. My work is about 
ended, I think. The best of it I have done 
poorly; any of it I might have done better, 
but I have done it. And in a fairer land, with 
finer material and a better working light, I 
will do better work.” 


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Death is Not the End 


Death is not the end! it is only a new be- 
ginning. Death is not the master of the 
house; he is only the porter at the King’s 
lodge appointed to open the gate and let in 
the King’s guests into the realm of eternal 
day. And so shall we be ever with the Lord. 
And so the range of three score years and ten 
is not the limit of our life. Our life is not a 
land-locked lake enclosed within the. shore 
lines of seventy years. It is an arm of the sea, 
and where the-shore lines seem to meet in 
old age, they open out into the infinite. And 
so we must build for those larger waters. We 
must lay our life plans on the scale of the in- 


finite, not as though we were only pilgrims 


of time, but as children of eternity! We are 
immortal! How, then, shall we live today in 
prospect of the eternal morrow? 


John Henry Jowett 


We Shall Live Again 


I feel in myself the future life. I am like 
a forest once cut down; the new shoots are 
stronger and livelier than ever. I am rising, 
I know, toward the sky. The sunshine is 
on my head. The earth gives me its gener- 
ous sap, but heaven lights me with the re- 
flection of unknown worlds. 

You say the soul is nothing but the re- 
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my soul more luminous when my bodily pow- 
ers begin to fail? Winter is on my head, but 
the eternal spring is in my heart. I breathe 
at this hour the fragrance of the lilies, the 
violets and the roses, as at twenty years. 
The nearer I approach the end, the plainer 
I hear around me the immortal symphonies of 
the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, 
yet simple. It is a fairy tale, and it is history. 

For half a century I have been writing my 
thoughts in prose and in verse; history, phil- 
osophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode 
and song; I have tried all. But I feel I have 
not said the thousandth part of what is in me. | 
When I go down to the grave I can say, like 
many others, “I have finished my day’s work.” 
But I cannot say, “I have finished my life.” 
My day’s work will begin again the next 
morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it 
is a thoroughfare. 

It closes on the twilight, opens on the 
dawn. 

Victor Hugo. 


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